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THE SEVEN DAYS OF ORCYON

an adult Orc BDSM story

written by Lustful_Orcs

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DESCRIPTION: A hundred Orcs playfully decide to raid the neighboring Dwarven Mountain. The Dwarves like to play too, but will the Orcs be able to play along?

*intense graphic sadomasochism between semi-consenting adults; Orc x Dwarf pairing*

DISCLAIMER: This story is quite explicit and is rated Triple X, NC-17 meaning it is suitable for *adults only*. It contains explicit descriptions dealing with

-homosexual gay sex between males of the same gender- and in addition to that contains scenes that might be regarded as distasteful or even disturbing. Liking or disliking this story or its direct or implied content is in no way indicative of the sexual preference of the reader. All acts take place between consenting adults and are fictional. The writer's sole intent is to provide the reader with an entertaining or even stimulating reading experience. The writer can not be held responsible for anything closely or remotely associated with this story, sentient life or the universe in general. Protected by international copyright laws. This story or parts thereof may be kept, multiplied and printed for personal use or that of single acquaintances at the same time, but may not be quoted or publicized without expressed consent of the writer.

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The author hereby pays homage to Dr. Stanislav Grof's school of Transpersonal Psychology who's thesis regarding the "Perinatal" realm of human experience has been applied in creating the archetypes and dynamics of this story. It needs be stressed that the author of this story is not clinically insane or otherwise off his rocker. It's simply a story that through its nature may be offensive to some.

Open your mind, buckle up and enjoy the ride !

Lustful_Orcs

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THE SEVEN DAYS OF ORCYON

an adult Orc BDSM story

written by Lustful_Orcs

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Or.. Cy.. On...

Few words instill as much fear and terrified excitement into the hearts of the Orcs as does the mere mention of Orcyon.

Orcyon! Dreaded place of pain and excitements of the flesh! The Orcs had good reason for their anxiety and frightened upset as, unlike most lands of legend, the black diamond of Orcyon is a very real place in the bowels of the Domination Guild of Mount Rigorai.

Just like there is the great divide that separates the boys from the boars, there exists among the Orc warriors of Mount Ritdent two classes of warriors: Those who have seen the sights of Orcyon, and those who only have heard legend and lore about this most cruel of places.

And even the Orcs who merely heard the tales of those who had been cast into this most atrocious of places, have been changed forever by just the tales of the agonies and ecstasies of Orcyon, which could not have been more properly named.

Or, the rune signifying "Of Orcs"

Ceey, the Orcish rune for "Atrociousness" and

Ohn, which signifies "Abyss"

Orcyon: atrocious abyss of Orcish suffering!

And more worrisome than the words spoken of this place were the words that were withheld, and the intense gazes of fear, fascination and strange lustfulness of the ones telling the tales. That, I think, is the most worrisome of all.

.....

"Waargh! Be quiet the lot of you!" the Hundred-Orc hissed, and the Troop Overseers hushed their men. The hundred of them had gathered in a silently dug tunnel from the Orcish Mines of Ritdent towards an off-the-map hollow that likely was a tunnel of the Dwarven Mines of Rigorai.

Okraturik put his cupped hands to the ear of his Halftroop buddy Orkhan and whispered:

"Me bit scared on it. Orc never did steal Dwarves before. Orc heard stories..." Orkhan suppressed a chuckle and whispered back:

"It lies! They even â€"meaner- than that! Me knows how Orc likes the playings. No worry: Me knows you go like it win OR lose!"

Then their Troop Overseer smacked the palms of his hands on their bald green heads and hissed with clenched teeth from between his boar-tusks:

"Hush or Orc get angry with Orcs!" then stared them down in a shameless display of dominance.

"Me big Orc all scared like little mousie.." Okraturik squeaked and his Troop Overseer held the young Orc's cheeks between his hands, played with the short boarlike tusks protruding from his strong lower jaw and looked him straight in the eyes.

"Cutie Okraturik.. Whatever go happen, no forget that this be playings, just playings. Dwarghs can go and be whole lot more cruel and mean than you young warrior can imagine.. Us bit harsh on Dwarghs too and â€"that- be just for playings, right?"

The Troop Overseer whispered affectionately and patiently.

"Now your Orc buddy Orkhan and me did go before. And we seen bad.. And we seen worse.. And worst of the very worst be Orcyon. And us Orcs tasted the great big agonies and ..pleasures.. of Orcyon.." The Troop Overseer trembled in fear and excitement as did Orkhan upon mention of Orcyon,

"Several times.. Oooh it just playings. It be so so baaad but it just playings. Me knows Orkhan no mind if we go and lose to Dwarghs and get great big Dwargh punish.. And that good. Dwarghs be â€"good- at giving Orcs punish.. If baddest thing happen and Dwarghs go and get cruel and mean.. then Dwarghs still no want harm us Orcs, it just peacetime playings! Me knows you likes it if me Troop Overseer get all tough on you with Orc Army whip and mean wordings.. You know me no go and harm you! Well it just like that with Dwarghs, only it rougher playings. Okraturik: Orc stay or Orc go?"

Okraturik blushed.

"Orc trust Orc and go and stay." Okraturik decided. The Troop Overseer petted his cheek and then slapped the back of Okraturik's head.

"Orc! Get ready! Orcs got war to win!"

Suddenly Okraturik and the Troop Overseer got their heads smacked together. When the Troop Overseer turned in anger he was stared down by his superior, the Hundred-Orc.

"Orc say Orcs hush then Orc go and BE hush! Orc got plan that work this time."

.....

The plan, like so many Orcish plans before it, was simple but effective.

They would sledgehammer down the divide between their clandestine tunnel and the Dwarven hollow, invade their mines and steal as many Dwarves as they could before a swift retreat back to their Orctribe. There, as was customary with Dwarf-stealing whenever it was successful, they would have their fun with the captives awaiting payment of their ransom.

This mutual stealing of Orc-boars and Dwarven men, though it started in the bitter wartime of past, had become a longstanding tradition between the Mountains. Because peace had freed this practice of malice, it was code that whoever invaded would bear no weapons of any sort. And so it was: the hundred Orcs wore nothing but a loincloth consisting of a strong belt and a soft leather front-flap, with Dwarf-shackles attached to the sides of the belt so each Orc could take two Dwarves captive yet still be free to move. Dwarves would use more elaborate means, but the Orcs had the size and strength to not need any gear and contraptions for the catching of Dwarves.

The defenders of these mock wars were allowed to use more force, and given the nature of Orcs and Dwarves it had become customary that the Dwarves, when attacked, were allowed great, yet benign, harshness, a great harshness that included almost anything but the breaking of skin and bones or the taking of lives.

But cruel as they could be, no Dwarf would even be inclined to such malice, as this fierce mock warfare made for great warrior training, yet was no more than harmless play between the peoples of Dwarf and Orc.

Those who chose to engage in the "playings" as they were called, did so by their free will and accepted the consequences of victory OR defeat, and given the nature of Orcs and Dwarves it was not surprising that the Orcs submitted to harsh defeat and punishment as eagerly as to victory and glory, because among the Orcs few things are regarded as honorable, and pleasurable, as bearing great suffering and seeing it through all the way to it's end.

.....

"Guardsmen of Rigorai.. I hereby seize this opportunity to congratulate all of you for your glorious victory over the Orcs in the battle you so bravely fought in the coming hour!" highest officer Guarai smiled as he walked past the fifty Dwarven guardsmen in the full combat gear of mock Orc-war, being an uniform of leather sandals, black fur breeches, a black fur vest and "weaponry" consisting of two green apple-sized balls to the sides of their belts and an "Orc-catcher", a long staff with a large leather belt loop at the end of it that could be used to catch, block, prod and whip. Their five officers had small gear-packs to their belts. Their highest officer Guarai continued.

"Today we will achieve total victory: There will be not a single Dwarf stolen and we get to catch â€"all- the boars! Boars who, I like to add, will meet our Orc-catcher whippings with not a shred of cloth to protect or cover those big green Orc rumps of theirs!"

The assembled Dwarves chuckled. This was indeed going to be quite good, for they were no ordinary guards defending their Mountain, but rather in it for the fun of it all, respecting and even admiring the giant Orcs, but sparing them not the least bit in spite of this.

"The Orcs rely on the best strategy in the book, the element of surprise, and I assure you there â€"will- be surprise, but it will be entirely on their side. Our spyhole crew has counted a hundred boars and we can be assured there will be no breeches into Rigorai but the single one we know of. Now that's a hundred buttnaked greenboars served on a platter! I almost feel sorry for the poor Orcs, they'll be so surprised! I chose to deploy just the fifty of you because you're the best boar-catchers of the lot, so there will be two huge Orcs for each of you to play with. If you fifty Dwarves can't catch a hundred big Orcs I'll let them haul us off to Ritdent! And I won't even â€"call- for reinforcements if you fifty let yourselves get toyed with! A hundred big strong Orc boars served out to you on a platter! Now gimme a smack on the floor if you're right and ready to whip some buttnaked Orc rumps!"

The fifty Dwarven guards simultaneously whooshed down their Orc-catchers and the long broad belt-loops on their end whipped the granite floor with a deafening smack that echoed through the corridors of the Dwarven mines.

.....

"Hssst!" the Orc officer hissed when they heard a loud clap of thunder through the thin layer of rocky soil that separated the Orc mines from the Dwarven.

"What that?" one of the Troop Overseers inquired and the Hundred-Orc growled.

"Dragonfire dust! Dumbie Orc never heard rockblasting before? This be it!"

"There be no rumble!" another Troop Overseer objected but the Hundred-Orc bumped their heads together and pushed them back.

"Come!" the Hundred-Orc commanded and the hundred Orcish warriors crowded close to hear his whispers and hisses.

"Orcs! This go be sweet day of victory! In few moments us go press our toes into Dwargh ground and us go catch us some Dwarghs! Yess: each of us go grab us two of the Rigorai and take to Ritdent. Orc got plans what to do with Dwarghs yet? Me do! Me thinks all of you got pla-ans! Now we attack and it true we not win all of the time. But this time Orcs do! Orcs got best trick in book going for us: Orcs got element of surprise! And it go be goodie surpri-ise! Oooh this go and be good! Us strike first with invasion and us take the glory. Hah! Win for change! Now Orcs.. Gimme nod if you be ready to strap some Dwargh guards to your belt and take ‘em home as trophy!"

The hundred Orcs gave a brisk nod and a loud hiss from a soft but hundredfold affirmation.

"Sledgers!!" The Hundred-Orc roared and two strong Orc grunts with two sledgehammers each started rapidly pounding the thin rocky soil between the mines until a hole formed that was big enough for three Orcs to enter side by side.

The Hundred-Orc snorted and growled:

"Aaah.. Smells sweet! Smells DWARGH!"

The hole came out into a Dwarven tunnel that was ten foot wide and barely five foot high, high enough to have most Dwarves walking straight, but for the great muscular Orcs that averaged seven foot tall it meant a good bending over to be able to walk those corridors. Just their luck: it was a Dwarven low tunnel instead of the higher Orcsize tunnels dug by the slave-Orcs the Dwarves kept.

The Orcs poured into the tunnel like a green swarm with a soft rapid slapping of two hundred bare Orcfeet on the Dwarven granite tiles.

"Runrunrun!" the Hundred-Orc hissed as he sped through the corridor, bent over and the leather Dwarfshackles slapping all over his thighs. The oil lamps to the sides of the supporting beams of the Dwarven tunnel flickered by the gush of wind of the hundred Orcs that whooshed past it in rows of four that clumsily bumped into each other as the corridor was but ten foot wide.

Two-hundred Orc ears stood up straight when a distant whistle-signal sounded.

.....

Guarai heard the whistle signal and grinned. Unbeknownst to them the Orcs had passed the point of no return.

"Push!" he ordered and blew his whistle.

.....

--WOOMPH !!â€"

A loud thud blew dust and acrid grey smoke into the corridor behind the last Orcs, as the wall caved in behind them.

"Dwarghs pushed the wall!" the tail-end Troop Overseer roared in shock.

"RUN!" The Hundred-Orc roared and the Orcs ran through the corridor as fast as bent-over Orcs can run, because a narrow low corridor was the worst place to get stuck.

"What happen! What happen!" Okraturik hissed to his buddy as he ran as fast as the troop movement allowed.

"Dwarghs caved in tunnel!" Orkhan snarled with a fiery excitement in his eyes,

"Us Orcs stuck in Dwargh Mountain! The Higher be looking for place us can defend, it just tunnel here!"

"Me no wanna die-ie!"

"You NOT go and die!" Orkhan decided sternly to dispel his friends panic,

"But us Orcs go be â€"very- sorry us set foot here!" He growled in unhinged excitement.

"Very, -very- sorry!"

"Hall! It be big!" the Hundred-Orc roared and soon the Orcs poured into a huge hall that served as a storage for mine-carts, two rows of mine-carts were neatly arranged to the sides of the huge hall that was about a hundred by a hundred feet and ten feet high, lit by the ubiquitous oil lamps and ended in a wooden gate that was shut. The Hundred-Orc ran up to it and tried to move it, but to no avail.

"Lockbuster!" he ordered and one of the Orcs ran forward and felt up the insides of the lock with his pinkie-finger. A strategy flashed through the Hundred-Orc's head: if the lock wouldn't open they'd plug it with soil, throw a barricade of the mine-carts, get in the tunnel and cave in behind them, to then hastily excavate the pushed tunnel wall and flee through the hole they had made to raid Mount Rigorai.

Suddenly a Dwarven voice was heard who shouted:

"Push!"

--WOOMPH !!--

Before the Orcs had time to respond the corridor they had come in through caved in as it was pushed by a second Dragonfire charge. The Orcs were now trapped in a hall with one exit, and that exit was locked.

Suddenly, from both sides, two swarms of Dwarven Guards in full gear jumped out of the mine-carts, shouting ferociously and smacking their Orc-catcher belts like whips on the ground, driving the Orcs back into the middle of the hall by the first startle of surprise.

"NOW!"

Immediately the Dwarves started pulling the green apple-sized balls from their belts and threw them hard on the ground between the Orcs.

--HROO ?!â€" The hundred Orcs roared in collective surprise as the balls burst open and scattered something across the granite floor that looked a lot like dried peas covered with a sticky goo.

When the piece of floor where the Orcs stood was well-covered the Dwarves charged from both sides and started whooshing their Orc-catchers. There was a loud clapping and oinking as some of the Orcs got the catcher-belts whipped across their bulging green buttocks, that like the spyhole team told were totally bare to the Dwarven whipping.

The Orcs wanted to take position, but could not help stepping onto the dried peas that stuck to their feet and made them dance and shriek wildly as the sharp stings of these hard little balls made their bare Orcfeet impossible to stand on, it hurt so much!

And while the Orcs could do nothing but hop around wildly shrieking and flailing their arms the laughing Dwarves thrashed their Orc-catchers left and right to smack those big Orc-hams that made such deserving targets for their whipping!

The Dwarf warriors had no intention of subduing these Orcs just yet, as whipping the green hams of these formidable green beasts, who could do nothing than dance and shriek, was far too much fun to resist!

It is often said that the hunt is often better than the catch, but what a wonderful catch these muscular Orcboar warriors would make!

Guarai ran towards a really big and dumb-looking Orc who was jumping from one leg on the other and tried to flee him. He raised his Orc-catcher and with a loud smack and a louder *AIEEE!* he made the belt of it smack into his Orc rump. Then he turned and lashed out to another Orc's rump, making the greenboar roar deafeningly loud, then stepped on the big green toes of a third and after that smacked the rump of a fourth.

"Their loincloths! Pull them off!" one of the Dwarves yelled, grabbed the soft leather flap of leather one big Orc had tucked under his belt and pulled it off, leaving the big Orc dancing naked with his big Orctail dangling fully exposed.

"Yeah, let's get those greenboars naked!" another Dwarf laughed, trod another Orc's toes and then put the big lug's Orctail and balls into plain view before sending him off, hissing in humiliation, with a good smack on his equally exposed Orc-hams.

A hundred giant muscular green Orcs were clumsily dancing around, while fifty small Dwarves with big whips were all over them, smacking their beefy naked Orc-hams and now they enthusiastically took to pulling away the flaps that covered their Orctails, so that all too soon the magnificent green giants wore nothing but their belts and did a naked Orc-dance for the Dwarves who whipped their Orc-hams for more.. and more!

And with nothing but belts on their bodies the Orcs could not hide that their huge Orctails became even bigger as one by one they grew and came erect as they got more and more heated by the lewdness and sheer humiliation of it all.

Being small Orc-fancying Dwarves with a hundred giant excited naked Orcs dancing all around them, the slime-threads from their huge hard green Orctails flying about in all directions while fifty of them were whipping their bulging green Orc-hams... What could they do more than get throbbing hard themselves? And so they did, all of them, but their breeches hid theirs while the naked Orcs could not hide their huge Orctails from the eager Dwarven eyes and the firm Orctail-tugs they got whenever occasion proved too tempting to resist! Cruel as they were the Dwarves delighted in treading their big Orctoes every chance they got with the thick leather soles of their Dwarf-sandals, making the naked Orc-dance ever more frantic...

The Dwarves took their time, well over half an hour, to make the big Orcs good and tired and doing that had the rump-smacking time of their lives. During that uniquely humiliating half-hour more and more of the Orcs found that the only solace for their feet as well as their rumps was to get on their knees. And once an Orc got down on his knees two or three Dwarfs threw the loops of their Orc-catchers around his neck to restrain him while two others tied the Orc's wrists â€"oh irony!- to the sides of their own belts using the Dwarfshackles that hung from it.

An Orc on his feet could do nothing but dance and shriek and an Orc on his knees was immediately jumped by a bunch of Dwarves and effectively subdued. A few Dwarves herded the shackled kneeling Orcs together to have long thin chains with tiny shackles used to unite them in groups of five by the chain attached to their snoutrings. In addition to that the Troop Overseers got a tiny orange ribbon tied to their snoutring, and the Hundred-Orc a red one to set them apart from the grunts, as signified by the markings on their belts.

And so it came to be that the Dwarven officer had been right, and that within the hour the entire raiding party of a hundred big strong Orcs was now tied down kneeling, with all the panting, sweating and naked Orcs so excited that their huge green Orctails stood erect and throbbing, dripping with slimes of eagerness.

Okraturik hissed to his buddy, who luckily was on the same chain:

"What now go happen? What now go happen?" Orkhan chuckled lewdly, equally excited but master of his own fear.

"You be scared stiff! Scared stiff and throbbing."

"Me can't help it! It be â€" it be hot playings!"

"That it be, ‘Krattik, that it be!"

"But what Dwarghs go do? What go happen now?"

Orkhan chuckled with an excitement that was both lewd and a bit scared,

"Hoohohoho.. Now we go get â€"big- punish! Oooh, us Orcs go be sooo sorry!"

"Me sorry already!" Okraturik hissed in a terrified excited grimace.

"Nooo.. That no nearly be how sorry you go get!"

Guarai smacked the belt of his Orc-catcher on the ground to get attention from the naked Orcs who were surrounded by evilly grinning Dwarves, clearly aroused, who let the whipping-belts of their Orc-catchers stroke across the green skin of their captives, with special fondness of letting the cold leather, now wet with Orc-sweat, stroke the big hard Orctails and swollen green sacs, making the heated Orcs involuntarily moan and humiliate themselves further.

"Greenboars of Ritdent.. Just look at you! A hundred big strong Orcs..." Guarai gave a brief wink and the half-dozen Orcs who knew him up close winked back,

"A hundred big strong Orcs, and just fifty of us, and now look at you! Tied! Naked! Kneeling! And look at those Orctails of yours! Rather big even for yourselves wouldn't you say? You dirty smelly piggies wouldn't be â€"enjoying- this would you? I mean big tied Orcs getting all hard between the legs, that has â€"got- to be the excitement of battle, right?"

The hundred Orcs hesitantly made some unintelligible mumbles and moans.

"It's a rare sight, a hundred sweaty naked Orcs with stiff Orctails! Now I'd say every wholesome man in Rigorai would like to see â€"that- sight! And to make sure they do we're gonna put you boars in the Orc-cage! Yeah that's right! We'll stuff you horny green boars in the Orc-cage and invite every man in Rigorai to have a good look and a little fun with the horny oinkboars who thought it was Dwarf-stealing season!

Well by the look of it, it's horny greenboar season! Just look at the Orctails on all of you! All of you! So you oinkies wanted a taste of Dwarf, then? Guards: line those filthy beasts up in two neat little rows! Let's give our greenboars their taste of Dwarf!"

Tied, naked and lustful as they were, the Orcs needed but a tug on their pointy ears or a smack of the whipping-belt to hastily sit in two rows, shoulder to shoulder across the full 100 feet, facing each other with ten foot between the two rows, and the fifty Dwarves standing between them.

"Good.. Guards: pick out two greenboars you'd fancy. By all means take your time with ‘em, give those Orc-balls a prod if you like to.. These oinkies are going nowhere!

The small Dwarves triumphantly inspected and cruelly teased the kneeling Orcs, until they stood in two rows of twenty-five facing the Orcs they picked.

Guarai let the whipping-belt stroke past the balls and tummy of his left Orc, then the one to his right, looking the giant creatures deep into their bright green eyes. The poor Orcs moaned and squirmed a little as the leather so gently stroked them.

"Yeah... The two of you like that, don't you, Orcs? Yes.. don't hide it, no use for that.." Guarai gently whispered and the Orc's tails were painfully throbbed up with excitement. Then Guarai spoke aloud to address them all.

.....

"Sooo.. you greenboars came to Rigorai to steal some Dwarves and get a taste of them, didn't you? Well.. let's give you boars a treat! The hundred proud Orc warriors will now humbly bow down and lick our Dwarven feet, sandals and all! Let's give you your taste of Dwarf! And those thick green Orc-hams go up in the air for a good smack or two if you're lazy. Let's teach you boars a nice trick that'll be of use to you: Licking Dwarven feet! Your Dwarf will teach you how to do it juuust right! OBEY !!"

The Orcs got restless, but the Dwarves were fully in charge. With tummy-prods and threats one after the other the naked green giants bowed down and had their "taste of Dwarf" in a way most unexpected.

Okraturik fearfully looked at his Orc buddy who grinned excitedly and had no apparent shame to bow down before the small Dwarf who stood there feet wide apart, and started licking the small Dwarven foot with startling eagerness, pulling Okraturik a bit forward by the chain that joined their snoutrings.

Okraturik got prodded in his pumping tummy, as he panted in excitement. He looked at the Dwarf who had chosen them.

"Lick my foot like that one there!" the Dwarf cruelly smiled,

"Seems to taste good by the look of it! Now you will bow down and â€"you- proud boar warrior, will use that nice big Orc tongue on my foot and sandal straps! You Orcs have been going on and on about your Orc-feet, but Dwarf-feet get tired too! Go on!"

Okraturik was hesitant. He wasn't... A proud Orc warrior wasn't supposed to be so terribly excited and hot on this like he was! ...yet they all obeyed, and quickly at that!

"Me.. Me.. Me.."

"Yes: you, you, you! Do you want me to pee in your face, Orc? Is â€"that- what you fancy?"

Okraturik gasped. Oh no!

Blushing dark green with shame he bowed down and started to sniff the small Dwarf-foot in its old leather sandal. It was musky and strange and strong to his sensitive Orc snout.

"Waargh!" he roared when the whipping belt smacked hit him right between the hams. His rump was ablaze for an hour now! The Orc-whipping had been wild and he had soon lost count.. He must've had at least fifty smacks to his Orc-hams already, and the Dwarves did not tease where it came to rumpsmackings!

He bent the last bit and started licking the pungent, salty Dwarf-foot and the musky leather straps of the small sandal.

"Theeere's a good Orcboar! Still: you hesitated!" Okraturik's tormented hams got a good hard smack to them, and this Dwarf really knew how to lay it just between them where it hurt the most. Okraturik's breath shivered by the fiery glow of his rump and the frightening degree to which he was hot on all these strange playings.

The hall was filled with the wet sounds of a hundred Orcs licking Dwarf-feet, and here and there resounded loud rumpsmacks and cruel Dwarven words.

Okraturik was dazed by the unreal-ness of it all. Little over an hour ago were they ready to invade and now the hundred of them were completely tied, completely naked and completely humiliated, licking the feet of just fifty small Dwarfs who had swiftly defeated them with a mean clever trick.

"I really think I â€"should- pee you in your face, young Orc warrior..."

"No please! No do that!"

"My, my... Choose: Do you want me to pee in your face, or does the big greenboar want a big rumpsmack?"

"Hhh.. Me.. Me.."

"Yes: you, we've discussed this before."

Okraturik gasped, because it suddenly dawned on him that it was the truth. Cruel and dishonourable the Dwarven playings were: He really, really wanted this! How was this possible! But unlikely or not, he actually was thrilled at the thought, so blushing in humiliation he softly whispered:

"Orc wants rumpsmack.."

Immediately leather fire blazed right between his hams.

"Now -that- came easy! It's almost like the dirty boar warrior â€"likes- it! Now let me hear you say that you want three rumpsmacks! And you'd better call yourself oinkboar before I make you one!"

Okraturik was dazed by the excruciating lusts that consumed him. Tears flowed in humiliation and excitement.

"Oink.. Oinkboar wants â€"three- rumpsmacks!" Okraturik confessed, and immediately he got a smack to his left ham, one to his right and one in between, and he could not help but softly oink by the fire of them.

"What are â€"you- chuckling at!" The Dwarf hissed in feigned anger and stuck five hard smacks to the Orc-rump of Orkhan beside him..

"Do the two of you oinkboars â€"like- our little game of three?"

"Yes, Dwarghmaster!"

"Oink.. Oinkboar likes.." Okraturik softly confessed and licked on.

.....

Guarai let the message sink in well that the Orcs were shamefully defeated, and let the hundred Orcs lick Dwarf-feet for a full half hour and the cruel play of the Dwarven Guardsmen made sure to rub it in, and keep their bulging Orc rumps as fiery hot as they ever were. It was quite a sight to see.

Guarai got the big key from his breeches, walked up to the gate and unlocked it.

"Men: let's take these boars to the Orc-cage and give everyone a chance to enjoy them. No need to hog the boars: they'll be with us for quite a while!"

That said the Dwarven guardsmen got behind the kneeling Orcs and a few fierce rumpsmacks made sure they crawled through the long maze of corridors behind the gate, twenty rows of five Orcs each.

The Dwarves led them straight to the Domination guild, and the gold-inlayed heavy black gates of the Guild quarters slammed shut behind them. The floors of the Domination guild were tiled with smooth white marble that was quite cool under the hastily crawling green legs of the Orcs. They were led to a big hall that was all marble, and there the Orc cage awaited them: A square cage of about ten by ten yards, and little over three foot high so that to Orcs it was a crawling cage only. The cage was made entirely of thumb-thick bars of black iron and had a sturdy iron frame for the ridges. The one-orc crawling door to the side was wide open to welcome the fresh Orcs.

Two Dwarves tugged a group of five Orcs forward by the snoutring chain, undid it and ten of them rumpsmacked them into the Orc cage. Then they took another five, and then another, until the large Orc-cage was crammed so full with the hundred Orcs that some had to lie on top of others to fit it.

Guarai kicked the iron bar door shut and closed the special lock to hold them. He walked past the cage full of naked Orcs and prodded some with his Orc-catcher. Then he got on top of the low Orc-cage. He walked over the top of the cage, a lattice of iron bars with a sea of tied naked Orcs beneath his sandals.

"Sooo.. getting comfy I see." Guarai grinned, enjoying the sight,

"Now I have at least two hundred Dwarves and guards who'd like to see a sight such as this! I think it's about time those Dwarves and you boars got acquainted! You: Get them, I bet they'll like to see this little greenboar zoo of ours!"

.....

And it had been a boast nor a lie: Soon the big hall was filled with Dwarven men, guardsmen and Orc-tamers, and a few barrels of ale and other stuffs were carted in to celebrate the caging of the hundred Orcs. Central to the festivities was the big Orc-cage, crammed full of naked big greenboars who were teased from all sides. Dwarves were cruelly teasing and poking at them from the sides of the cage and many had climbed on top to look down on them.

Okraturik froze up at the edge of the cage where several Dwarves were teasing him, he had no place to go as behind him it was packed solid with squirming Orcs that were futilely trying to hide from their tormentors.

One of the Dwarves poked Okraturik's pumping green tummy with the rod of his Orc-catcher, while another had the loop of his Orc-catcher firmly around Okraturik's neck.

"That's a big Orctail you got for us there!" Then he rubbed the end-knob of the rod teasingly against Okraturik's balls.

"You like that don't you green piggie?" Poor Okraturik's heart throbbed in his throat as he blushed in shame and humiliation.

"Yes you dooo.. I can tell when an Orc is hot on me!" The Dwarves laughed, one prodded Okraturik's tummy and held the knob of his Orc-catcher rod against the Orc's lust-swollen lips.

"Open wide!" Okraturik hesitantly opened his mouth and the Dwarf slid in the knobbed handle and slowly moved it back and forth.

"Yeah, good Orc! Suck it like a good Orc!" with an Orc-catcher loop around his neck, one rod rubbing his balls and stiff Orctail and one insistently prodding his tummy Okraturik closed his eyes and started suckling the Orc-catcher handle, tears flowing from his eyes when the Dwarves started laughing and teasing on..

.....

The Dwarf who had his feet licked by Orkhan and Okraturik stood on top of the Orc-cage and gazed down on the sea of naked green flesh with fearful Orcish eyes looking up in all directions. He stomped on the iron bar lattice and Orc eyes shot towards him. Looking down at them he slowly unbuckled his belt and pulled the front of his breeches down. He showed the big Orcs his soft Dwarfmeat, wiggling it for their eager green Orcish eyes. Then he started peeing, his warm Dwarven yellow liquids splattered on the naked backs and buttocks and heads of so many Orc giants.. He started walking over the cage roof, peeing on the Orcs that tried to squirm away from him. There was much laughter from the Dwarves and many unbuckled, and it wouldn't be long until all the hundred naked Orcs were wet with smelly Dwarf-piss.

.....

Orkhan got a knock on his head. He looked up and saw a Dwarf looking down on him who had prodded his head with the end of his Orc-catcher.

"Orc!"

"Uh! Dwarghmaster!"

"Good!" The Dwarf laughed in cruel amusement,

"Yeah! ‘Dwarfmaster' works for me! You may be a big proud Orc warrior, but nonetheless I'll have you lick the soles of my sandals or I'll hunt you all across the Orc-cage and back again! Now how's that, tough one?"

Orkhan closed his eyes and shuddered in humiliation. Even he could be taken by surprise. He licked his lips and moved up to the Dwarven sandals standing on the cage roof lattice and started licking the smooth leather sole of the Dwarf's sandal, looking up at the Dwarf who looked down at the naked Orc beneath his feet.

"You look so dumb! Orc: you've got no idea how â€"dumb- you look from up here... Now be a good Orc and tell me you like it!"

"Orc.. Orc likes licking sandal-soles of Dwarghmaster.."

"I can tell! Now go on, there's two of them!"

"If you're done I've got a real tasty pair for that big red Orc-tongue of yours!" another Dwarf added,

"And I must agree you look like the dumbest Orc in the cage when you're licking up like that! Take a look at this one!"

.....

Eight Dwarves dragged big gunny-bags on top of the cage and overturned them, spilling unsavoury things such as potato peels, stale onions, food leftovers and carrot shoots into the Orc-cage as they dragged the bags over the cage roof.

"Piggiefood for greenboar pigs!" one of the Dwarves yelled and the hall erupted with laughter, and a little prodding and some threats made the Orcs eat it off the granite floor of their Orc-cage too, as their hands were tied to their sides and they were kneeling they had to eat like the beasts.

These cruel humiliations went on well into the late hours of night.

Finally the Orcs were left to themselves. Stinking of Dwarven piss and Orcish sweats the Orcs huddled together to a big cuddle-pile and let sleep overtake them.

Okraturik moaned with each breath as his buddy Orkhan suckled on his Orctail to relieve the tension of the cruel playings of the Dwarves. Okraturik close his eyes. The running, dancing naked for the whipping Dwarves, getting tied and licking their feet and ooooh this Orc-cage! His snarl of orgasm was filled with anguish and pent-up lusts, like the snarls of the other Orcs that let their Orcseed be freed before sleeping.

Then they lay down, skin to skin, Orc to Orc, licking and lapping each other's faces in comfort.

"Me.. me never thought it be like this! It.. you no told me!" Okraturik lamented while his older friend licked his boarlike tusks.

"You no like harsh playings of Dwarghs?"

"No like? Oww! Yes.. yes me like... but there be so much of it!"

"Orc relax and take rest on it. It go be long long day tomorrow.."

"Oww!"

.....

"I don't care that it was easy to catch these boars." The Councilman resumed,

"I want these Orcs cast into Orcyon for what they did."

Guarai grinned. The Council of Order and Discipline was in session, and frivolously at that considering their task was to decide a suitable punishment for the Orc invaders.

"Mmm Orcyon! Big words you speak, Sir! I for one like getting in the leathers but.. How about putting them in the stocks, butt-naked of course, for some amusement?"

"Let's work them in the mines, Chairman! Orcs are all muscle and a hundred Orcpower.. that's a lot to put to work!"

"Orcyon. They came to steal Dwarves. Playings or no the bottom line is that it's an Orc invasion so why not give them what they fear the most?"

The Council debated for an hour or two before the fate of the hundred Orcs was decided.

.....

Okraturik, barely awake, started chewing down on an apple core and a few potato peels in front of him, while Orkhan, tears flowing, tried to eat a raw onion that stung his eyes.

"What go happen now to Orcs?"

"Us Orcs go get â€"big- punish!"

"P..punish?"

"Great big punish!" Orkhan hissed excitedly.

"Oooofff!" Okraturik moaned and spat out his food when a Dwarf behind him thrust the knobbed handle of his Orc-catcher between Okraturik's green hams.

"Haah: You like it better than food I see!" The Dwarf laughed and rhythmically prodded the rod back and forth between Okraturik's Orc-hams.

Okraturik was panting heavily. It was horrible of him, unworthy of an Orc warrior, but he didn't flee this humiliation as it inflamed his excitement and the Dwarf's prodding kept nudging his spouting gland, which kept him moaning and snarling and spewing slimes from his hard Orctail. It got too intense to flee it.

"Yeah: you're getting into it! What good is Orc honour when you can get a Dwarf's stick prodding up your Orc's ass and oink like a little piggie?"

The Dwarf kept at it, but after a while retrieved the rod from the Orc's rump with a sucking pop.

"I'll stop: you're getting a bit too eager there! Don't want you to like it, do we?"

Okraturik panted off the heat in astonishment and Orkhan chuckled at his buddy.

"Gee-gee-gee! You be likings, Dwargh be right on it!" But Okraturik could do nothing but pant for breath and his buddy let him, then they ate some more of the food scraps off the Orc-cage floor.

"It not right.." Orkhan decided,

"There be too few Dwarghs here mocking us.. Dwarghs be up to something and it go and be bad for Orc!"

"Bad for Orc?"

"When Dwarghs be up to something it â€"always- be bad for Orc!"

.....

And indeed something unusual was happening, because one by one the Orcs were taken out of the Orc-cage and led away by a three Dwarf escort: Two to the kneeling Orc's sides with their Orc-catcher loops around his neck and the third behind him to whip his Orc rump, to make the greenboar crawl as fast as he could.

The tension and restlessness among the Orcs rose and rose... What was to happen to them where ever they were led to one by one?

Then, when there were about ten Orcs left to the cage, the Dwarves on the Orc-cage roof started prodding and herding Okraturik to the cage door, and when he got there two broad leather loops were flung around his neck and he was pulled out of the cage.

There Okraturik sat, one of the last Orcs, with two Orc-catchers around his neck.

"What you go do?! What you go do?!" he hissed in utter panic, but he was given a fierce rumpsmack from behind.

"Waargh!"

"Shut up and â€"crawl- Orc! You'll see what we'll do with you soon enough!"

"No hurt Orc! No kill Orc! Please!" Okraturik begged and the Dwarves started a steady pull on his neck-belts, making him crawl, and then they made him crawl as fast as he could.

"We're gonna take you to the place where the bad Orkies go!" One of the dwarves hissed.

"Yeah, we'll take good care of â€"you- Orc!" the other snarled and the third just whipped his Orc rump to keep him going.

They led poor Okraturik from one corridor into the other, and finally into a big room. There were six Dwarves who jumped him and worked him to the ground. Once on the ground they put a sort of black leather cups to his bent knees and strapped them shut behind.

One Dwarf stood in front of him with a long black nightmarish-looking leather robe, and he solemnly stated with a demanding voice:

"Greenboar of Ritdent! Crawling-cups to your knees so you must crawl and cannot stand.."

Then the Dwarves strapped a broad leather collar around his neck that had leather shackles on short black chains, and they freed his arms from his Orc-belt and removed it, and strapped his wrists to the shackles of the collar.

"Greenboar of Ritdent! A shackle-collar to bind your hands.."

The six Dwarves put Okraturik on his knees and spread his legs. Then they closed a heavy goldbrass shackle around Okraturik's sack that made his Orcballs hang low. The ball-shackle was decorated with long pointy goldbrass spikes.

"Greenboar of Ritdent! A spiked ball-shackle to keep your legs spread apart.."

And indeed, forced on his knees Okraturik had to hold his knees spread apart to not have his thighs stung by the vicious spiked ballshackle.

The Dwarves now took a black leather Orc-mocking mask and strapped it onto Okraturik's head snugly, making the big terrified Orc peek through small triangular eyeholes and wrapped tight by the many straps on the back of his head. The mask of soft but thick black leather was cut such that it made him look abysmally stupid, which he wasn't, and terribly afraid, which he was.

"Greenboar of Ritdent: An Orc-mocking mask because you have been bad.."

Then the Dwarves took a strap with a thick goldbrass ring in the middle of it. They stuck the thick goldbrass ring behind his lips, and the straps behind his tusks to be closed behind his head, so that Okraturik's mouth was opened wide and he could not close it.

"Greenboar of Ritdent: A ringbit so you will not beg, for that is a waste of your Orc tongue and won't deliver you from the punishment for what you did."

"Huuh! Huuh!" Okraturik protested in vain, two dwarves opened a black gate and two others pulled Okraturik by his ears into a dimly lit room.

Okraturik was gripped by mortal fear. A sulphurous, humid stench was in the air. One wall of this marble hall was fashioned into a Demon's face, grinning at him evilly with wide-open jaws. The Demon's face was made of the blackest onyx stone that glowed red in the light of the smouldering coals in the firebaskets to its sides. The Demon's eyes were featureless orbs of polished gold. And from the wide-open mouth of the stone Demon head the most horrid sounds emerged: the lashing of whips and many Orcs roaring and shrieking, hideously distorted.

Above the Demon's head was an onyx plate, and in shining gold it read the three Orc runes which none feared more then he:

ORCYON

"Waaaargh! Waaaargh!" he tried to roar but his Orcish voice distorted by the ringbit in his mouth. Then the terrifying Dwarf in the black leather robe stepped in front of him, pointed towards the terrible mouth of the Demon and thundered:

"Greenboar of Ritdent: For the stealing of Dwarves you shall be cast into Orcyon for seven days. Plead all you wish: there will â€"be- no mercy in Orcyon."

"WAAAARGH!! WAAAARGH!!" Okraturik roared like never before in his life, torn by a fear a thousand times greater than he. But the two Dwarves pulled him by his ears right up to the mouth of the Beast, and with a merciless shove of their sandaled feet they cast him into the Demon's mouth.

.....

"WAAAARGH!! WAAARGH!!" Okraturik shrieked and shrieked as he slid down a spiralling tunnel of smooth metal slick with the piss of Orcs that had been as frightened as he. There was utter darkness as he slid through the spiralling round tunnel, ever downwards, sliding over the walls an top and round and round his axis.

Clawnails helped Okraturik not: there was nothing in this smooth metal tunnel to cling onto, the metal just eerily rang as his spread out clawnails screeched over it.

Suddenly the tunnel got less steep and a red light came at him.

.....

With a huge splash Okraturik was thrown into a large tub of Dwarf's piss, he coughed, retched and spat to get it out of his throat and snout, rubbing his eyes with the short length the collar's wrist-chains allowed.

Before Okraturik could see he was grabbed by his ears and the chains to his wrists and dragged out of the tub by four hands. He lay wet with Dwarf's piss on a smooth stone floor that was riddled with painful little bumps. Immediately a whipping of broad leather belts rained down all over him. Mercilessly it smacked his tummy, his foot, his rump, his thigh.. Okraturik rolled around roaring and roaring until the whipping simply ceased and he regained his senses.

There he was: An Orc cast into Orcyon.

When he could open his eyes he saw sights unimaginable to his Orcish eyes: He was squirming on a smooth, shiny-black onyx floor that was riddled with a intricate pattern of small goldbrass knob-studs that were greatly uncomfortable any way he squirmed. He was in an eight-sided hall, thirty yards across. The floor and walls were made of flawless black shiny onyx, and each corner had a huge fire-basket that shone a dull red, with smouldering coal shining bright orange within. It was searing hot, humid, and the air was laden by the smells of Orcish sweats, piss and stenches of all sorts.

At the opposite side from where he had come in there was a high gate with two immense black doors. And this place, Orcyon, was full of Orcs crawling around in fear, masked, tied and bitted like himself.

But they were not alone.

.....

Walking among the crawling Orcs were two Dwarves, if Dwarves they were, dressed in fantastically frightening costumes of black leather and goldbrass studs and with masks, if masks they were, that made them look like devouring Demons. And these two.. beings.. were holding two Orc-whipping belts each: Two foot rods with thick black two-foot belts tapering at it's and. And armed with these four hideous Orc-whipping belts the two beings walked calmly among the frantically crawling Orcs, fiercely lashing out at a pace void of haste or fierce emotion, herding the fleeing Orcs from one side of the Orc-pit to the next. Okraturik saw that two more of such beings dragged another Orc from the black tub of Dwarf's piss and whipped him calmly but fiercely until he fled their whips.

Okraturik saw one of the beings come his way, and he frantically fled on hands and knees, for stand upright he could not. There was a Dwarf, or Demon, in front of him that pointed at another Orc. Two giant Orc brutes with hideous black leather masks and belts and straps around their muscles and sandals to their feet, but nothing covering their huge soft Orctails, grabbed the poor Orc who shrieked and shrieked while they stuffed him into a black leather bag and tied it shut. The Orc in the leather bag struggled greatly and frantically and muffled shrieks sounded while the Orc brutes pushed and shoved the leather bag with their feet which seemed to cause great fear to the Orc within the bag.

Gasping at the sight of it Okraturik roared aloud when his rump got a belt to it from behind, but it was such a fierce smack that he jumped a yard forward and rolled around shrieking, and the clap of it had been so hard that even his sensitive Orc ears hurt of it.

Slowly the being walked towards Okraturik who scrambled to hands and knees, flinched in pain and hastily spread his knees and crawled off. Strangely the being did not pursue him but rather went on smacking other Orc-rumps.

Okraturik saw the other one coming and crawled away, looking back to escape. Suddenly he was thrown to his back and two Dwarves in demonic masks and leathers put their leather-and-studs-covered knees in his flanks.

"There you go Orc!" one of them growled evilly and his hands were all over Okraturik's masked face.

"Are you in heat greenboar? Are you hot on us?" the other Dwarf started tightly tying Okraturik's stiff Orctail and swollen balls with a leather cord that wend around and around, really tight. The talking Dwarf in black leather slapped his face.

"Eyes off your Orctail filthy beast! We'll see what you got to spew for us, greenboar!"

The other Dwarf had finished tying Okraturik's tail and balls which throbbed and hurt so bad, and both started kneading his strangled organs: one his sack, the other his Orctail. It was excruciating, and the Dwarves started to painfully squeeze and pull his nipples with Okraturik moaning and howling in agony, but somehow enraptured by these cruelest of pleasures.

"Aaah yeah you â€"like- it don't you, dirty green piggie.. Let's hear you oink for us, go on! Oink for us!"

Okraturik started oinking as he was tormented by these Dwarves that frightened him, yet aroused him beyond belief.

"Are you getting there? Let me help you!" One of the Dwarves said and clamped Okraturik's head between his knees and cut off his breath with his leather-gloved hands on his mouth and snout while the other cruelly tugged Okraturik's Orctail.

Okraturik fought and fought but got all dizzy and then with agony and ecstasy the Orcseed gushed from his Orctail like never before, he roared into the hands that smothered him and fell limp. The Dwarf let go and the other undid the cord around Okraturik's Orctail and balls while Okraturik fought to regain sentience and squirmed by the sting of the goldbrass studs on the floor.

One of the Dwarves pressed his sandaled foot on Okraturik's chest and when Okraturik looked up he got pissed right in his face and mouth because he was still gasping for breath.

"Best flee us when we come for you again, greenboar!" the Dwarf cruelly growled at him and they walked off.

Okraturik saw that apparently the last of the hundred Orcs had made his splash in the tub of Dwarf's piss, because the two whipping beings, whom he now trusted to be Dwarves instead of Demons had closed a goldbrass bar door in front of where they all had emerged from, and now had joined their kinsmen, so there now were four demonic Dwarves herding the hundred Orcs, calmly walking and casually but mercilessly rump-smacking every Orc unfortunate enough to come within their reach.

The cruel tormenters had jumped another Orc and were tying his Orctail and balls, and the Dwarf with the black leather sack had his Orc brute minions shove yet another Orc in his mysterious yet doubtlessly cruel contraption, for the sack struggled nothing less then frantically and the muffled roars from it made Okraturik cringe in pity.

Suddenly Okraturik shrieked by a sharp sting on his ham, and when he turned he felt another jolt of pain as lightning seemed to strike his rump out of nowhere. Other Orcs seemed to suffer the same affliction, acting every bit like they got a riding-whip to their rump yet none was to be seen. All he saw that was out of the ordinary was a dried pea rolling across the shiny black stone floor.

Okraturik then heard many Dwarves laugh and cheer, and once more it were as if he got dealt a riding-whip's snap to his rump. He looked upward.

His heart sank and he gasped for breath. The onyx walls of Orcyon were ten yards high, but all around the atrocious pit Dwarves had gathered and most had small catapults which they drew hard and used to shoot dried peas to Orc rumps, so hard that the Orcs shrieked and bucked because of it.

The devilish Dwarven catapults made for great confusion, frantic shrieking and great despair among the Orcs who now had no place to hide even if they â€"could- stay clear of the whips. The Dwarves laughed and cheered and the Orcs felt so humiliated and threatened that many Orc-tears fell on the onyx floor of Orcyon.

.....

Guarai heard his breath shiver inside his demonic mask as he calmly walked among the frantically crawling Orcs and smacked their Orc-rumps left and right. He had picked four thick-hammed greenboars who were now crawling in front of him and whenever one strayed he'd rumpsmack him back in line, and then the four of them as punishment.

Not a single Orctail in Orcyon hung limp, all were hard and pumped and dripping slimes on the onyx floor, that by now in many places was wet with Orcish sweat, Orc-piss and slimes and seed.

Guarai kept a brisk walking pace and led them around and around Orcyon, which meant really hard work for the big crawling Orcs, and pretty soon the sweats poured off of the four of them and they got tired enough to warrant a good rumpsmacking just to keep them going.

Smacking Orc-hams was the standard punishment in the Orc Army, since the muscular hams of Orcs can take a lot more of it than in any other way and moreover because to Orcs it also is uniquely humiliating. Once the Dwarves caught wind of this Orcish secret and saw how a Dwarven rumpsmacking greatly upped the humiliating side of it, a good rumpsmacking became their preferred way of Orc-punishing, and it needs be said that with hams as beefy, shiny. round and green no rump was more deserving of a good smacking than that of a good-sized Orc, and Orcs were also first in line where it came to deserving, and covertly liking such punishments.

And at nearly twice the size of the Dwarf these Orc boars were particularly good-sized, as were their hams, so by relentlessly wearing the muscular greenboars out Guarai made them deserve it too.

With his two Orc-whipping belts Guarai simultaneously slapped the rumps of his outermost Orcs and then the bulging green hams of the two Orcs between them which he did so well the four big Orcs, scrambled frantically to keep up the pace, sweating, panting and roaring. Then kept this smacking-rhythm up until the giant Orcs were moaning and whimpering so pitifully that he halted and then stepped in front of them.

"Is that all that four big Orc boars like yourselves can do? I'm just a small Dwarf compared to you Orcs and you're all tired while I'm still fit and ready to go ten more laps at double speed." Guarai stared down the cowering Orc giants before him.

"Is Orcish muscle so weak that with legs as wide as my waist you can't even keep up with a Dwarf? And those green rumps of yours have no use but receive a good smacking, since that thick muscle still didn't help you sorry Orcs. Now personally I think you're being lazy so I will give you a choice in things which is more than you deserve. But before that the four of you big boars will pay respect to my Dwarven feet and by now you should know how an Orc does that.."

Without a further word of command the four big naked Orcs crawled around Guarai, who took a wide defiant stance. Then they bowed down and started licking his sandaled Dwarf-feet, their mouths held open by their ring-bits, and they were such big boars that their tongues almost were as large as Guarai's Dwarf-feet themselves.

"There.. Now that is something the four of you do quite well so I'm going to give you time to make up for your laziness. You may take your tongues up to my knees but no further. My calves are tense so wrap your eager Orc-tongues around those too."

Guarai looked at the huge round Orc-hams of the four big Orcs he had herded, and how they wiggled and flexed as the four Orcs licked his Dwarven feet and lower legs. He gave the four of them a good hard rumpsmack as a reminder who was on top and enjoyed the newfound franticness with which the Orcs licked his feet.

"Good Orcs. Now for your choice. Either you turn those big Orc rumps to me for some Orc-rump fireworks or you sit up towards me in a neat row and do my bidding."

The four Orcs sat up in front of the small Dwarf, bigger on their knees than Guarai was standing up. Guarai stepped up to one of them and took hold of his Orctail, big as Guarai's forearm, and kneaded it a bit.

"Nice and virile, good and hard! Now this Orctail I can use! You! On elbows and knees!" the big lug complied and Guarai held the Orc giant he chose by the Orctail and impatiently capped his rump with his hand.

"Hop-op!" Guarai led the Orc giant behind the other one and slapped that one on his painful rump, the mere Dwarf's handclap making the Orc giant cringe.

"Mount him! I want to see Orcs as big as you mating. That goes for you two too!"

The two pairings of Orc giants got in position and the two on top pushed their huge Orctails in.

"And now start pumping! Let me see what Orcs do best!" Guarai belt-smacked the two Orcs on top to get them thrusting.

The Orc giants started thrusting and soon they got so much in heat they lost their shame and really pounded away.

"Good, but either you thrust harder or I'll whip it in! I want to see boars MATING, not frolicking!"

The Orc giants panted and sweated and their mating was quite a sight to see. Guarai smacked their rumps to get the most out of the magnificent sight. Then one on top, and after that the other, increased their vigour and then roared in raging orgasm.

"Well done. This was Orcs mating like the beasts you are. You've proven yourselves to be true Orcs."

Then Guarai simply turned and walked off, leaving the Orc giants looking dumbfounded.

.....

And so the hours came and went and the Orcs kept crawling and roaring and shrieking, pissing and licking and squirting, and there seemed no end to the cruelties and humiliations the Dwarves would think up next.

And after manymany hours a pole with side-pegs descended into Orcyon, and the demonic Dwarves followed by their Orc brute minions climbed out of the Orc-pit. Great was the shock of the Orcs when eight other Dwarves, clad in demonic black outfits and cruel masks of leather and goldbrass studs and rings, entered the Orc-pit, all eight of them armed with the two-foot rumpwhipping belts with two-foot handles.

New tormentors! New cruelties! When the demonic Dwarves got tired there would be fresh ones to take their place.

Seven days of Orcyon!

.....

When the eight fresh demon Dwarves had entered Orcyon, and the pole-ladder had been lifted one of them smacked his whipping belt to the ground, spattering Orc wetness all around.

"Orcyon is a â€"mess- because of you green piggies! But not when â€"we- rule Orcyon!"

He smacked his whipping belt into the wetness again and demanded in near boundless rage:

"Lick your Orcish â€"filth- off the floors of Orcyon! Lick the stone and lick it again to make it shine like you swine never set â€"foot- in this place!"

Most Orcs immediately put their bitted mouths to the black stone and started licking the sweat, piss, slimes and pearly white Orcseed off of the black shiny onyx floor of this cruellest of dungeons. The Orcs that didn't came to regret it a great deal because they got their rumps whipped without mercy.

.....

Okraturik felt that honour kinda dictated he should gag but somehow he couldn't. With a demon Dwarf standing right in front of him he licked the salty Orc fluids off of the smooth stone floor.

The demon Dwarf smacked his whipping belt to the ground.

"These squirts of seed! Lap them up!" he ordered and hastily Okraturik crawled towards it and licked the shiny white squirtings off of the black stone.

"There! A wild boar's been crawling and pissing! Follow the trail and lap it all up!"

Shuddering with humiliation, disgust and disturbing arousal Okraturik started licking the Orc-piss off of the shiny stone and followed the trail like ordered.

Licking the trail of filth led Okraturik to one of the eight walls of Orcyon. There he felt warm liquids splash and splatter over his back and head. He sat up in wonder and saw that from the ten yards high wall of Orcyon a Dwarf was pissing down onto him, with the Dwarves around him laughing in cruel pleasure.

"There you go Orc, just because you like it! Open wiiide!"

Okraturik surrendered, he just surrendered to the humiliation of it all. He sat up straight on his knees, hands up in front of his chest by the short chains between his wrists and his collar, closed his eyes and looked up, the ‘open wide' command being enforced by the ringbit. And there he sat as the warm Dwarf-piss splattered down on his Orc-mocking mask, over his chest and tummy, into his mouth that was eagerly swallowing and trickling over his Orctail and balls that were swollen in agonizing lust.

Another Dwarf joined in, and another. Even though he was being showered with Dwarf's piss Okraturik felt a peace inside because for a precious moment he didn't fight the atrocities but surrendered to them. High up, Dwarves walked up just to pee over him, and there he sat a proud green Orc being peed on in a growing puddle of Dwarf's piss.

"Look at that Orc gulping it all down! He's having the time of his life I tell you!"

Naked Okraturik shivered in humiliation. So he was.. So he was that filthy boar the Dwarves kept calling him after all. When the Dwarves stopped it took no command for him to bend over and start sucking and licking their still warm Dwarf's piss off of the majestic black floor of Orcyon. It had such sights to show him, and not in the least these were sides to himself he never dreamt to exist.

All around him Orcs were on all fours licking at the puddle of Dwarf's piss and he saw they were as humbled and hard in the tail as he.

Half an hour came and went, but then the black stone floor of Orcyon shone again by the licking of the hundred Orcs. To get down on all fours and lick the floor of the Orcyon Orc-pit with so many Dwarves high up laughing and cheering them on was without a doubt the most humiliating experience they all had endured, and the demonic Dwarves left them taskless and sitting up facing the Dwarves for no purpose other than to be laughed and be fired dried peas at.

.....

Great blocks of lump coal were dropped into the giant firebaskets at the eight corners of Orcyon, sending billowing clouds of sparks upwards. Orcyon was hot and damp and the Orcs sweated by exhaustion, fear and the abundant heat that kept them away from the iron firebaskets that glowed at a dull red heat.

Atrocious Abyss of Orcish Suffering: the black diamond of Orcyon bore its name with solemn dignity.

Okraturik looked fearfully at the tall black gates at one of the sides of the octagon Orc-pit and shuddered at the thought of what horrors would lie beyond the only way out of atrocious Orcyon.

.....

One of the demonic Dwarves smacked his Orcwhipping-belt on the ground and thundered with a raging, demanding voice:

"Orcs! Now you are going to give the Dwarves up high something to look at! Get away from here!"

The Orcs were driven from the centre of Orcyon where the demonic Dwarves now stood.

"Yes.. a little entertainment to show all of us what filthy boars you are! You Orcs are going to lick each other's Orctails nice and good, and when you're juuust on the brink of spewing your Orcseed, crawl to us! If you spew your seed without permission you're going to get whipped beyond BELIEF! Do it now!"

Now all Orcs obeyed, if only hesitant, and got together to lick each other's Orctails. The licking of their Orctails soothed them, and soon the air was filled with the wet sounds and heated moans and snarls of a hundred Orcs having their Orctails licked.

As soon as an Orc at the brink of spawning came crawling, a demonic Dwarf made him sit up and squirt his Orcseed into a growing shiny-white puddle on the black floor of Orcyon. There was so much panting and moaning and sweating and snarls of pleasure, the scent of Orcseed now filled the air, crazing the Orcs into a frenzied hot orgy of a hundred Orcs, exciting the Dwarves looking down upon them.

"Lick! Don't tease! It's Orcseed we want!"

The demonic Dwarves forced the Orcs to spew their seed one by one until they decided that it was enough, with a ten foot puddle of bright white Orcseed on the black stone floor of Orcyon.

The lead Dwarf looked at the large fragrant white puddle of Orc-seed and nodded slowly.

"Look.. at.. thisss..."

And all did. It had been a magnificent sight to see a hundred Orcs licking and squirting and the great size of their puddle filled the Orcs with pride.

Suddenly the lead Dwarf commanded:

"Get the Hundred-Orc!!"

The demonic Dwarves went looking among the Orcs and soon the Orc officer, who had gotten a tiny red ribbon tied to his snoutring to mark him, was dragged to the lead Dwarf.

"Sooo... You are the boar that â€"commanded- this Orc invasion?"

The high Orc made a pathetic throaty sound as his mouth was held open by his ringbit. In cruel lust the lead Dwarf demanded:

"Get in the Orcseed puddle.. Swine.."

Hesitantly the highest Orc complied.

"Well.. Well.. Well... Leading a hundred Orcs into a Dwarf mountain... Not so smart... Swine... Now roll through the puddle of the seed of your boars to show all the Dwarves... and your Orcs... What a filthy swine you are..."

"Horrr.." the Hundred-Orc protested, but immediately the lead Dwarf stepped into the white puddle, Orcseed squirting from under the soles of his sandals, and smacked his whipping-belt across the high Orc's tummy.

"Roll through the seed of your boars!!"

Intensely humiliated the highest Orc officer started rolling around in the big puddle of thick white Orcseed, getting fully covered in the fragrant squirtings.

"Get on all fours and let us admire you!"

Crying behind his Orc-mocking mask the highest Orc got on all fours like he was told, dripping wet with thick Orcseed.

"Good.. And what would a swine do now?"

The highest Orc stood motionless. Slowly the lead Dwarf drew back his whipping belt, the Hundred-Orc pinched his eyes shut, and then got a loud smack across both hams that made the Orcseed splatter off them in viscous threads and drops.

"Oiiinkk!"

"Yeah that's right! Oink for us while I give you a smack on your beefy green hams for every single Orc you led into our Dwarf Mountain!"

And so it was.

Dripping wet in a puddle of Orcseed from his men the highest Orc was made to oink over and over while he was given a very slow hundred rumpsmacks with the Orc-whipping belt. Past the count of eighty-thee he collapsed onto the Orcseed-puddle with each rumpsmack and was made to take position for the next, and the next.

Finally he stood on all fours trembling.

"There.. that wasn't so hard was it.. swine?"

There was much chuckling from the Dwarves up high.

"Lick, swine... Lick the seed of your boars off the floors of Orcyon."

Hesitantly the Hundred-Orc bent further down and with a shivering tongue started licking the thick white Orcseed off the black onyx floor.

"But of course... We wouldn't want to deny your â€"Troop Overseers- these pleasures, wouldn't we? Troop Overseers: crawl to the puddle and offer your swine rumps for being officers in an Orc invasion... A hundred Orcs means a hundred smacks on your rumps too.. And you get to oink for us like the swine that led you..."

Very hesitantly the ten Troop Overseers crawled from the safety of their men to the centre of Orcyon where harsh punishment awaited them.

Slowly and filled with devouring, cruel lust the demonic Dwarf continued.

"Good.. Ten more swine.. Get around the puddle, two by two, rumps side by side on your elbows and knees.. And remember to oink for us all while you take your hundred rumpsmacks for leading these boars in here..."

Whimpering the ten Troop Overseers obeyed and took position around the Orcseed-puddle, two by two, while their highest was licking Orcseed off the floor in their midst. Five demonic Dwarves took position behind the pairs of Troop Overseers.

The lead Dwarf let some time pass. It was so quiet that all to hear the highest Orc's licking and lapping.

"Ready the swine.."

The Dwarves swept their gloved hands through the puddle of Orcseed and rubbed the Troop Overseers' green hams slick and shiny with it, then stood motionless and let silence fall for a long time.

"Give it to them. Good."

The Dwarves started rumpsmacking the pairs of Troop Overseers in front of them, first striking the one, and on the lash back smacking the other Orc-rump at a good pace, with the big Orc-boars oinking and shrieking while the highest Orc shamefully licked Orcseed in the midst of them.

After a good five minutes of wild smacking and oinking, where a thousand rumpsmacks were dealt to the ten Orcish Troop Overseers, the demonic Dwarves finally halted.

"Good. And now all of you swine will lick and lap up the Orcseed mess your greenboar minions made until the floors of Orcyon shine black again."

The lead Dwarf stepped out of the group of licking Orc officers and walked up to Okraturik who nearly fainted in fear.

"You... You get to lick the Orcseed off of my sandals, but if you as much as touch my toe with your tongue it's a hundred on your rump too."

Okraturik gasped. A hundred on his rump! The lead Dwarf coldly laid it down.

"A swine like you is unworthy of licking my feet.. Feel honoured I chose you to let you lick the soles and straps of my sandals..."

Okraturik bowed down and meticulously started licking the leather straps of the demonic Dwarf's sandals, and licking all parts of the soles he could reach with the tip of his tongue. The Demon Dwarf then rested his foot behind him on the front rim of his sandal, and Okraturik hastily crawled around him and licked the sole of the Dwarf's sandal, that was moist with the salty, spicy seed of the hundred Orcs, and after that the other sole when it was offered to him. Once finished Okraturik fearfully sat up in front of the lead Dwarf.

"You â€"liked- to do that didn't you? Having your Orc tongue allowed to touch my Dwarven sandals?"

Hesitantly Okraturik gave a slow nod.

"Let's see what we can do with that, an Orc boar who's eager to lick..." The lead Dwarf rubbed his belt buckle.

"This could use an Orc's tongue.. You'd like â€"that- wouldn't you?"

Before he knew it Okraturik had nodded quite eagerly, and he gasped. The Dwarf smacked his gloved hand on the big Orc's shoulder.

"You know on second thought perhaps you deserve a good punishment more than a reward.. Let's play a nice little game between a Dwarf and his Orc. Would you like to be my Orc?"

Okraturik nodded, trying to hold back his enthusiasm.

"No, its good to want that. But from now its oink-oink for yes and a good brisk shake of that big Orc head of yours for no. Is that understood, Orc?"

"O.. Oink-oink!" the Dwarf laughed.

"Good! You get to do that again, but now nice and loud.."

"Oink-oink!"

"And now for the game of ours.. See this?" The lead Dwarf shook his Orc-whipping belt.

"Oink-oink!"

"I'll throw it and you will fetch. You bring the Orc-whipping belt to me and then you will get to oink to your hearts desire, because you'll get three rumpsmacks if you're a good Orc, ten if you're a bad Orc and a hundred rumpsmacks whenever I feel like it just to amuse me. Is that understood?"

"Oink-oink!" Okraturik oinked in fear.

The Dwarf threw the Orc-whipping belt far away, and immediately big Okraturik crawled after it. Once there he popped the knobbed handle through his ringbit and dragged it beside him to the Dwarf, humiliated by the gazes of his fellow Orcs and knowing full well he was bringing the Dwarf the Orc-whipping belt for a purpose.

"Good Orc! So you know what you'll get now, don't you? Offer your green Orc-hams to me so I can give you your reward.."

Okraturik turned around and bent over on elbows and knees. He moaned in humiliated anticipation.

*smack* "Oiiinkk!"

"Good! With passion!"

*smack* "Oiiiiiiiinnnk!"

"Good Orc!"

*smack* "Oiiiiiiinnk!"

The Dwarf waived his Orc-whipping belt in a sweeping motion at the Dwarves up high who laughed and cheered the humiliating game.

"I say â€"let- them laugh! They're jealous they haven't got an oinkboar like you on their hands!" then the Dwarf toughened up.

"Orc! Face me with your licking side!"

Okraturik hastily turned.

"Now for your reward. Lick it!"

Okraturik carefully drew near and started licking the belt-buckle of the lead Dwarf. He felt incredibly aroused by being so close to that fragrant throbbing part the Dwarf kept hidden from him. The Dwarf clearly got aroused too.

"Now why does this remind me of something, Orc?"

"Oink?"

"Go on and when it's clean sit up like a good Orc. You... don't... want to be a bad Orc with me..." Suddenly the Dwarf got all harsh with him again.

Okraturik licked for as long as he dared and then sat up in discomfort.

"What is it, Orc?" the lead Dwarf demanded aggressively, but strapped with a ringbit Okraturik could not answer.

"Oink.." he whimpered pitifully.

"Why is your lower Orc-tummy cringing, beast? Does my Orc pet need a piss? Bad?" the lead Dwarf demandingly inquired and Okraturik nodded in horror.

Harsh words came, but they were spoken with mildness.

"Pee for me. Right where you sit."

Okraturik pinched his eyes shut awaiting punishment, but none came.

"Go on: let your Orctail hiss and pee for me. You're allowed.."

Okraturik fearfully looked into the demonic mask of the Dwarf.

Then he let go and with a wet hiss a puddle of his Orc-piss formed around him.

"Good..." the Dwarf praised while Okraturik's Orctail hissingly let go of its burden.

Okraturik sat up and fearfully looked up. Softly from behind his demonic mask he heard the Dwarf unexpectedly kindly whisper so only he could hear:

"Well done, Orc. Your excitement pleases me."

Then the lead Dwarf turned briskly, slapping leather straps of his studded black leather demonic attire into Okraturik's face, and walked off to grab a Troop Overseer by the ear. He dragged him to Okraturik.

"Orc! Sit up and sit still!"

Okraturik froze up so obedience did not fall him hard this time.

"Well, Troop Overseer... You're going to lick that Orc's piss from the ground. And then you are going to lick it off of the parts of this Orc that are wet with it..."

Okraturik blushed a hot dark green under his moist Orc-mocking mask when the Troop Overseer put his head between Okraturik's legs and started licking his piss off of the floor and Okraturik's legs, who sat petrified as a statue by mixed emotions while his Orctail eagerly tipped up as it throbbed to full hardness again.

The lead Dwarf smacked the Troop Overseer's rump who squealed hot air between Okraturik's legs and found more haste to his licking and lapping, trying to work the tip of his tongue between the crevice of Okraturik's leg and the goldbrass-studded onyx floor.

The Troop Overseer shrieked between Okraturik's legs as he got a fierce rumpsmack.

"Worthless swine!" the lead Dwarf growled, quite a bit more harsh to the Troop Overseer than to Okraturik.

"Can't you do â€"anything- right? Now lets see: This Orc grunt here is unworthy to lick my feet, so I had him lick my sandals instead. But you are of far lowlier stuff, aren't you, Troop Overseer?"

The Troop Overseer sat motionless and the demonic Dwarf smacked him across his tummy which hurt quite a bit.

"Well OINK damn you!"

"Oink! Oink! Oink!"

"Yeah right! Bit late for it now though, isn't it?" Okraturik tried to hide a chuckle, which the Dwarf allowed him.

"Now let's see: you are far beneath this Orc grunt here. This Orc grunt has pleased me and you can't even â€"oink- unless you're told. I got just the thing to set you straight! Troop Overseer!!"

"Oink?"

"You get to lick the soles of this Orc's feet!"

And that is when Okraturik blushed the deepest emerald green of his life. To have a Troop Overseer lick the soles of â€"his- Orc feet! It was unthinkable! In fact, it was quite arousing! Okraturik had always been too shy to let such a thing be done to him, but to have a â€"Troop Overseer- do it... He gasped in thrill.

The Troop Overseer got behind kneeling Okraturik and bent over.

Suddenly Okraturik felt this delicious wet tickling under the green soles of his Orcfeet! It felt so much better than he had expected, his whole body squirmed with delights and the poor Orc could not contain himself.

"Gee-gee-gee!" Okraturik started frantically giggling, he just couldn't help it! He giggled most unmanly while at the same time looking at the Dwarf in utter terror. Behind him the Troop Overseer hissed by the humiliation of having to lick the soles of a lowly grunt's Orcfeet for all to see, and having the grunt giggle out loud by it too.

The Dwarf, unexpectedly charmed, teasingly prodded his tummy with the handle of his Orc-whip.

"Yeah, it does feel quite good, doesn't it? Don't worry and giggle all you want, you've been a good Orc and I am pleased with you."

Okraturik gasped in awe.

So this, too, was Orcyon.

And he would see a great many sights more in the days that lay before him.

.....

"Orcs! Get in a bunch at the centre of Orcyon! NOW!" the lead Dwarf commanded, and the Orcs hastily huddled together in the midst of the octagon Orc-pit.

"And now it's time you boars got your reward for your first day in Orcyon!"

the lead Dwarf growled cruelly.

Okraturik could not believe it. Had this.. all been.. one single day? Of seven? Would.. there be six more days of â€"this- ? He snarled in horrified excitement.

"So, you cowering boars.. oinking green Orc-swine.. Time for your reward. GIVE IT TO THEM!"

Suddenly, out of the ceiling overhead, thick streams of brown sludge smacked down on top of them and it kept on pouring out over them. The brown mucky filth got into Okraturik's mouth and he tasted its full vileness.

The Orcs, covered in the filth stood on all fours, petrified.

It was the same unsavoury slop of stale unions, potato peels and food scraps, except it was ground into a sludge with copious amounts of Dwarf's piss.

"The bunch of you boars is going to lick that off of each other AND the floors, and Orcyon should better shine like a black diamond real fast or we will descend upon you again!" the lead Dwarf threatened and the eight demonic Dwarves left the Orc-pit by the side-pegged pole ladder that had been lowered for them.

The Orcs hastily obeyed while the Dwarves up high laughed down on them, and after that they left the Orcs to cuddle together for as good as their bondage allowed, to suckle each other's Orctails to relieve their aching Orc-balls of their pressure and then slowly fall into an exhausted sleep, squirming uneasily on the tiny goldbrass knob studs that were just big enough to cause ever-present discomfort.

And this concluded the first day of the hundred Orcs cast into Orcyon.

.....

The second day of Orcyon was to be a day of Orc-rump whipping and humiliation. The hundred Orcs were rump-whipped from the realm of roaring into the realm of shrieking, and from the realm of shrieking to the very threshold, and beyond, of howling. And howl they did for most of the day. So intense was the whipping of their rumps that their Orctails squirted their seed again and again without being touched, and the Orcs got in a daze and a frenzy because of it.

At dawn none of the Orcs could fathom that a rump-whipping day as cruel as this could be to their liking, but at dusk all of them lay, rumps up, blissed and moaning in what was so much more than agony alone.

.....

On the third day in Orcyon their Orc-hams were spared the Orcwhipping-belt for as good as they obeyed. With the burn of the belt still ablaze in their rumps the Orcs were taught the cruellest sorts of humiliating tricks, and they were made into a carnival of Orcs, to great laughter and amusement of all Dwarves assembled.

.....

The Orcs became dazed and crazed and none of them knew floor from ceiling, punishment from reward and they lost all track and sense of which day of Orcyon they were living. What good is counting the days when all you can remember and think of is Orcyon, and Orcyon is all you have come to expect for the day to come?

And so Orcyon became an eternity for the Orcs, not one of the hourglass but one of the mind, as nothing they could think of took place outside of those eight cruel walls, and they felt they had been in Orcyon forever and would remain there forever more. And the most worrisome side to all of this was that a growing part of their selves had embraced the simple life of Orcyon.

What was Orcyon but a place of great excitement for the spirit and the flesh? For what were the infernal agonies and the blissful ecstasies of Orcyon other than intense excitement in many of its numerous guises? The divide between the snarl of pain and the snarl of orgasm slowly blurred and for many dissolved entirely, turning Orcyon in a frenzied orgy where all was welcomed with an eagerness that matched the intensity of that which was dealt.

And so it came to be that when the dawn of the Seventh Day of Orcyon was announced, it caused great confusion amongst the Orcs rather than the relief which one would expect.

.....

"Aaaaa-haaaaaargh!" Okraturik snarled in agony as a thick leather cosh smeared with fiery oil was mercilessly driven into his rump. He threw his arms to the ground and pushed his rump backwards to receive the cosh, hissing in frenzied agony by the burning heat of the torturous oil.

"There: you're taking it like a good Orc! Fiery, isn't it?"

Okraturik shuddered and snarled and the infernal rod was popped from his rear.

Okraturik raised himself on his elbows and started crawling, the insides of his rump strangely ablaze and his spouting-gland contracting with every flinch.

.....

"Urrrrr..." Okraturik turned at the strangely familiar growl of lust. Before him sat a big Orc-boar on all fours, panting in excitement, slimes dripping from his Orctail and chin, lips swollen with lust and devouring eyes of pleasure behind the triangular eyeholes of his Orc-mocking mask.

Those eyes!

Okraturik startled, for only now did he recognise his Orc buddy Orkhan. And what a sight was he! It was incomprehensible to see his proud friend in Dwarven slave-boar gear and so enraptured by lust like Orkhan was.

Okraturik knew he to his buddy offered no different sight, for he had grown to love these Dwarven playings every bit as much as he.

Then two Dwarves pushed Orkhan over and were all over him, winding his Orctail and balls so cruelly tight like they had done so many times to Okraturik before.

"HAAAAAAAARGH!" Orkhan snarled in agony, but the fire of lust in his eyes was not the least bit diminished.

Okraturik crawled on, his young Orc heart throbbing in excitement.

.....

Okraturik saw all four of the Orc-whippers close in on him when it was too late for escape and frantically tried to crawl away from them, but the four of them encircled him.

"Not your lucky day today, is it?" one of them cruelly growled.

"I can smell that this Orc has been bad! Look at him shivering on hands and knees.. He's green with guilt!" another one added.

"I like the thickness of his hams.." the third one added,

"I wonder how they'll sound once my belt smacks all over them.."

"Will this be a shrieking Orc or a howling Orc? I love the sounds of Orcs howling for mercy. I think we should whip this one's rump as long and hard as it takes to get a nice good Orcish howling going.. Oinking won't do anymore, proud boar warrior..."

The Dwarf in front rubbed the side of his sandaled foot over Okraturik's cheek.

"Wanna howl for us, greenboar? I know you will, but do you â€"want- to howl for us?"

"Has to be a real rumpsmacking howl... Not one to please our ears..."

"Wanna howl for us, greenboar? Do you?"

Okraturik was petrified with fear. The four Orc-whippers now started prodding him with their Orc-whipping belts. If he were standing up these four demonic Dwarves would reach no higher than his chest at most. But with things as they were and him on his knees he was nothing other than prey to their cruel game.

Okraturik was petrified and shivering with fear and excitement. Oooh he really was going to get it now.. He slowly nodded. Yes. He wanted to howl for them.

"This... will be the rumpsmacking of a lifetime for you, Orc... Get on elbows and knees with your head on your hands, and offer us that big green rump of yours..."

"He likes getting it on his Orc-hams: I can tell!"

Okraturik sighed a shivering sigh of excited fear. Oooh yes.. he would not be granted a speck of mercy this time, not if he would offer himself willingly to their long-handled whippingbelts...

Slowly Okraturik bowed down and put his elbows wide apart. Crying in fear and devoured by sensation he put his masked face to his hands.

Then, very slowly, he raised his hind quarters, willingly offering his impressively muscular green Orc-hams to their heavy black whipping-belts.

The demonic Dwarves stood motionless and silent. Okraturik became very aware of how he, the great strong Orc, most humbly offered his green Orc-hams to the whippingbelts of four cruel Dwarves. They let him get very, very aware of that.

*smack!* Out of nowhere a fierce lash laid a whippingbelt across his hams and Okraturik grunted in agony. *smack!* another, from behind, over the crevice between his hams, and it had barely been slid off his Orc-rump when a third smacked down, and a fourth, and a fifth. This was by no means a whipping frenzy, if only it were! It would be so much easier to bare! But the four Dwarves took pleasure in making each rumpsmack count, walking slow circles all around him, letting the soft whippingbelt lie on his hams for a moment before sliding it off like a leather snake and then immediately another demonic Dwarf would smack his rump again.

Okraturik lay there, rump up and knees spread, gritting his teeth and flinching with each rumpsmack, moaning constantly and increasingly loud and desperate. A big Orc in the most humiliating pose imaginable, voluntarily offering his green rump to the whips of four Dwarves.. What a sight to behold.

Okraturik's moaning became a shrieking, but the demonic Dwarves showed no mercy at all, not in the rhythm of their rumpsmacking nor in the severity of it, as they slowly walked around the Orc dealing him a truly harsh punishment.

"Woo-hoo-hoooh! Wooo-hoo-hooooh!" finally Okraturik howled aloud in bitter agony, sweating and squirming. He howled in utter pain and utter desperation, but slimes shot from his Orctail with every rumpsmack he got.

Finally Okraturik could not bear it anymore and let himself fall on his side, still howling and wailing by the fierce blaze in his now darker green Orc-hams. One of the Dwarves put his sandaled foot on his cheek and bent over to him.

"We'll leave you now to come to your senses again, Orc... But trust me: in a while we will come looking just for you... and then you get to howl for us a great deal more..."

And with this promise of more rumpsmacks to come the demonic Dwarves left Okraturik howling and hissing, squirming in agony on the onyx floors of Orcyon.

The inside of Okraturik's constrictive leather Orc-mocking mask was wet with his salty Orc tears as he lay there writhing, but if his shackles allowed him to stroke his Orctail he would, for the great agony was matched by a lust that was equally unbearable. Yet oddly enough a part of him, even as he lay there moaning, yearned for the moment that they would catch him and make good on their promise.

How depraved of him, to yearn for such things...

.....

Okraturik crawled amidst the hundred Orcs who were cast into Orcyon. Suddenly he saw a demonic Dwarf step in front of him. What was this? Greater torment? Cruel pleasures he had not yet tasted? The Dwarf raised his hand and pointed at him.

Oh no! Not THAT!!

The two Orcish brutes harshly grabbed him with their strong hands and dragged him across the floor, struggling with all his might, towards the cruel leather sack. The demonic Dwarf held it open and growled:

"Welcome to Suffering..."

Then the Orcish brutes shoved him into the leather sack and tied it shut.

Dark, humid, hot and amidst an asphyxiating stench of Orcish sweat, piss and seed Okraturik found to his horror that the wet, slimy insides of the constricting, asphyxiating leather sack were covered with pointy metal studs and amidst the darkness he found pain to be everywhere as it was under him, where his weight pressed the pointy studs to his skin, and from all sides the feet of the Orcish brutes and the demonic Dwarf pushed, rubbed and pressed the pointy studs against his flesh. He struggled and struggled, fought for his life and struggled in the tight sack, pissing with pulsing pressured hisses, struggling to get out of this worst of the nightmarish ordeals of Orcyon. He threw himself around, worming in the constrictive leather sack, the air laden with moisture and stench and hard to breathe, the slimes and fluids dripping and trickling down on him, while from all sides great pressure pulsed and clamped him between the pointy studs.

"Waaaaargh! Waaahaaaaargh!" he roared and roared but the sound fell dead in the leather sack, however he struggled the pointy studs rubbed painfully past his thrashing limbs and as he turned and twisted he got pressed from all sides by the demonic sack. He couldn't breathe! He couldn't think! He needed out, out, out! He felt he was dying and being born at the same time and scared and furious and blissed and agonized as he was torn by agony and there was no end to his suffering.

Finally, oh Greatness, the sack popped open and Okraturik crawled out, crawling away from his tormenters as fast as he could...

-BOOM!!-

Suddenly there was an enormous bang, and every horrid scene in Orcyon halted. The black gates! It came from the black gates!

Now the most maddening wide awake nightmare would befall them, the torture without precedent...

-BOOM!!-

A second bang, loud as the thunder up close.

All the Orcs now looked at the tall black gates, mortal fear awoken in their minds.

And then it happened: A huge cogwheel machinery was set in motion, chains were rattling and the two tall doors were parting.

The Orcs were smitten to the ground by a white light so bright it felt like it burned their eyes into the back of their heads. Slowly the Orcish eyes, who had seen nothing but crimson twilight for seven days, adjusted themselves to the brightness of the light.

To his amazement Okraturik saw his fellow Orcs crawl towards this white light as eagerly as they could, and reluctantly he looked... And then he crawled out of Orcyon as fast as his tired limbs could carry him.

.....

It was an atrium, white marble floors and ornaments and lush green vegetation were all around, as was the sweet scent of the flowers that blossomed there. It was.. it was the most beautiful place, lit by a cloudless sky above, that eyes had ever beheld. And walking amidst this beauty were many Dwarven men, all of them dressed in white, light green and heavenly blue robes of the finest silk, they bore no whips or masks or cruel intent of any kind.

Two of these Dwarves hurried up to him.

"Oooh poor Orc! What has â€"happened- to you?" It was such a loving young male Dwarf who spoke these words, and their four soft hands were all over him caressing his naked green Orc body.

"Oooh poor you, how you have suffered! Let us take those off of you!" Straps came undone and one by one the objects of his torment were taken from his tortured Orc body.

They took the Orc-mocking mask off of him and threw it away, undid his ring-bit and massaged his jaws so he could close them again. They undid his wristshackle-collar and flung it through the air, removed the goldbrass ballshackle with the sharp spikes. Finally they unbuckled the crawling-cups and massaged his knees and calves so he could stretch his muscular green legs again.

One sped away and returned with a bucket that held warm soapy water and two soft sponges. They let him lie outstretched on his back, arms and legs wide in exhaustion, and they tenderly washed his body, stroking his chest and tummy and Orctail and balls with the soft, warm, wet sponges, and in the same way his arms and legs were washed. They helped him get on his tummy and sponged his back and tenderly rubbed his tormented beefy Orc-hams with just their bare hands and soapy water to avoid any coarseness and discomfort and then anointed his Orc-hams and between with a fragrant oil that took away most of the sting.

"Oh Orc.. you have struggled so hard.. But you came out. You have seen the sights of Orcyon and came out victorious. Oooh, just lie there and let us please your body.."

Okraturik lay there recovering from his ordeal. He let himself be spoiled by the sweet Dwarves because he knew he had gone through intense ordeals so he could accept their loving care. He saw that all around him the other Orcs were receiving the same sweetness and loving care he got. A great noise made him look aside, and he watched how the gates of Orcyon slowly came together, and when they finally closed with a thundering bang he felt assured the ordeal was now fully behind him.

"Sweet Orc.." one of the Dwarves whispered in his ear from up close,

"How can I please you more?" So sweet was the Dwarf's voice, yet not unfamiliar..

"Hmmh.. Orc likes you two do playings with oil and hands on Orctail. Please."

"Of course, let us help you turn.."

Okraturik turned and saw a tiny scar on the sweet Dwarf's foot. He gasped.

"You be the lead Demon of Orcyon!" he gasped, as he had seen this scar before.

The Dwarf lost nothing of his lovingness. He gently winked and whispered:

"It's all a game.."

Okraturik sighed in relief and fully let go.

"Hurrrrr.. Yes. It all just playings." Okraturik hissed softly in pleasure when the sweet Dwarf, who had been a Demon before, now with the greatest care started massaging his Orctail with the fragrant oil. Okraturik sighed in a Bliss most pure and true.

"Playingss... Mmmmmhh..."

Okraturik let himself be hushed by his former tormentor, closed his eyes and let his Orcish body be pleased. Grounded by these words reality gradually took hold of his senses again. All this harshness had been nothing more than a game between Orcs and Dwarves, a cruel game it was but all of them knew the essence of the possible consequences and had chosen to play it.

"Oooww... you been so tough on Orc..."

"And was that to your liking?"

"Yes.. Me been great big scared, me been great big suffering, but me been great big excited by it every step of the journey."

"And oh how it showed in all of you.. You've been through Orcyon, brave Orc."

Okraturik let himself get totally limp and fell silent, drifting out of their conversation until he became pure feeling, pure feeling of how the Dwarves pleased his Orctail. Slowly he became evermore heated, and more heated still, until he finally squirted his Orcseed with growls and snarls of undiluted ecstasy.

The Dwarves took to gently stroking his tummy and chest while he lay out flat, void of shame to be pleased as much as he was free of blaming the Dwarves for their part.

"Mmm.. Tell Orc, Demon..."

"If you'd like.. My name is Djal. I no longer am the Demon of Orcyon, I took that off with the mask."

"Mmm... Djal.. Good Dwargh name. Me be Okraturik... Tell Orc, Djal.. what it like to be Demon of Orcyon?" Djal stroked his face and Orcish tusks and gently whispered:

"Exciting. It's a privilege to give Orcs like you such thrill and it's greatly arousing to seize the power you let us have over you. I greatly, greatly admire you who throw yourselves at our feet in pure trust that we won't abuse you beyond harsh playings. We all greatly admire you who submit to the game. I myself know the pleasures of the whip from both sides, so the joys of submitting bear no secret to me. It's the inverse, our roles are the two sides of the gold coin of the playings."

They talked a while and suddenly Okraturik felt a third presence. It sat by him, crossed it's legs and put Okraturik's head on them, gently rubbing his cheeks with it's big soft hands. Okraturik, eyes still closed, took in the scents of this stranger.

"Orkhan..."

"Buddy liked the playings?" Okraturik slowly chuckled.

"Orc will not forget. Curse you for keeping thingies great big secret but bless you Orkhan for taking me along for the playings. It been so good to Orc..."

"Sir Orc: lie beside Okraturik and the two of you can talk while we please both your bodies." The other Dwarf added and with a delighted "Ooo!" Orkhan complied.

"It was great to have you in Orcyon again, Orkhan..."

"You took piggyback ride on Orc!" Orkhan chuckled in satisfaction.

"Nothing more tempting than a wild boar like you, isn't it? I'll slap your rump too the next time around!"

"Hroooo.." Orkhan growled in thrill.

Okraturik felt something being held up to his lips. He parted them and let it be slid in, where he chewed on it. It was a sweet grape. He let himself be fed grapes, one by one, while the gentle words flowed all around.

Okraturik sighed in pride.

He had made it through Orcyon and now was a Greater Warrior like Orkhan was. And even though the memory of Orcyon now filled him with fear he felt great lusts as well. Orcyon! Black diamond of pleasure and pain!

.....

And in this haven of comfort the hundred Orcs remained for the rest of that final day.

They and their green bodies were spoiled beyond belief, and that night the Orcs snored in a peaceful cuddle-pile on a vast soft white silken mat.

.....

"Go away! We don't want you here!" the Captain of the Guard decided and poked an Orc's rump with his spear at the south gate of the Dwarf Mountain of Rigorai.

"Us nude! Us Orcs can't go back to Ritdent all â€"nude-! It lookie dumb!"

"Dumb suits the lot of you. Invading a Dwarf Mountain with just a hundred Orcs. Explain to me why that's more than just plain dumb!"

"Us had plan!"

"Well we all know how that one went, don't we?" the Captain of the Guard grinned.

The Orc blushed.

"Know.. how went?"

"Let me put it like this: I'm positive that in one of those seven days I shot a pea up your ass..."

The Orc hissed in embarrassment and hastily ran off.

Guarai grinned and watched the hundred naked green Orcs walk off in the bright afternoon sun of the ninth day, enthusiastically exchanging merry Orc-talk with an undertone of embarrassment.

"Playings!" He laughed and shook his head.

"I'd say Mount Rigorai withstood this Orc invasion rather well, didn't we now?"

The Captain of the Guard chuckled.

"Look at them go after all that! I wonder when we'll see that lot again.."

"I give it a season, two seasons tops." Guarai smiled mildly and watched the green shape of the last of the Orcs vanish into the greens of the lush forest between the Dwarven and the Orcish Mountains.

~~~THE END~~

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