Full Confession Ch. 02

Shadrac stalked toward me, brandishing a huge stone-headed axe. I scowled, more fearful than defiant, and attempted to roll away from his grasp, but he caught my ankle and yanked me almost entirely off the ground. He cut through the bindings at my ankles, but left my wrists tied. He then went to Ruck and gave him a kick in the side, without discernable effect.

Looking at me he spoke briefly, and Blugruh translated: "Master says human get up now. We leave." I stared for a moment at her mutilated ear, the wound heavily crusted with dried blood; then I looked into her face, but she would not meet my gaze.

"What about Ruck?" I asked.

The two orcs conferred briefly, and then Shadrac directed a sharp command at Bukbuk, who lurched hastily to his side with a shrill "Yes, Master!" The orc pulled the pack from her back, then lifted Ruck easily and placed his limp form onto Bukbuk's back.

The orcpet groaned, gathering Ruck's dangling legs in the crooks of her elbows and shifting her weight experimentally. She bent far forward, more so than she had even with the pack on her back. Shadrac lifted the abandoned pack and threw it easily across his shoulder.

Shadrac spoke a single syllable, and we set off at a leisurely pace to allow Bukbuk to keep up despite her onerous burden. We walked through the morning, and the orcpet spoke no word of complaint, though her gasps and whimpers seemed to multiply with every passing mile; as midday passed I felt my own fatigue mounting as the extraordinary exertions I had undergone in the last thirty-six hours began to weigh on me. Several times I staggered and fell, but each time I willed myself back to my feet and carried on. Finally, however, as I sank onto the soft and welcome humus for the fourth or fifth time, I resolved to remain there no matter what Shadrac might threaten. Afternoon was well advanced, and I supposed that if I remained obdurate Shadrac might relent and allow us to encamp for the night. In any case, I was beyond caring.

Within seconds Shadrac was standing over me, calling to the orcpets. To my surprise he said nothing at all to me; instead, as Blugruh trotted up he grabbed the pack she was carrying and yanked it impatiently off her back, not troubling to loosen the straps. Then, before I could protest, he lifted me bodily off the ground. Blugruh, divining his intent, instantly turned and bent to offer the meager span of her back for this new burden.

I struggled, weak as a lamb. "No, no, no," I murmured. "Rest. Food. Then we go on."

I was draped over the little orcpet just as Ruck had been, my armpits resting on either of her shoulders, my legs dangling so that my toes almost scraped the ground. I could feel the heat of her body through my shirt, her sweat quickly soaking through to my skin.

Another terse command from Shadrac, who gave Blugruh's pack to the other orc, and we were on our way.

"No," I moaned, my voice no more than a whisper. "Rest awhile."

"Don't worry, Master," gasped Blugruh, locking her arms behind my knees. "Blugruh is very strong, Master!"

She set off after Shadrac and the others with a notably unsteady gait, but I was too exhausted to worry much about being spilled onto the ground. Nor was I disposed to complain about the myriad discomforts of this unique mode of travel -- Blugruh's protuberant hipbones digging into my thighs, the ceaseless jarring of her every footfall, the perilous slickness of her sweat-drenched body. I merely hung onto her back, scarcely conscious of our progress.

Something tickled my lips and I jerked my head upward with a strangled snore. I blinked my eyes and looked around. The daylight had dimmed noticeably; dusk was near. I was still being carried by Blugruh, my chin resting over her left shoulder. I felt the tickle at my lips again and shook my head, dislodging a large black fly. I noticed movement out of the corner of my eye, and turning my head saw that Blugruh's injured ear had attracted half a dozen huge flies, feasting on the caked blood.

As if my discovery had also alerted Blugruh to the flies' nuisance, she shook her head sharply twice. Two of the flies retreated, but after a lazy circuit of her head they returned to resume their meal. I heard then a tiny sound from the orcpet which might have been a sob.

"Blugruh?" I murmured.

"Blugruh . . . strong . . .!"

The orcpet's voice was almost inaudible, but the tone of near-desperate entreaty was unmistakable; she had been driven to her very last ounce of strength. I could feel the thundering of her heart against my chest, beating three times faster than my own.

"I'll get down," I said. "I can walk on my own now."

"No . . . Master," moaned Blugruh. She continued with an incoherent slur of syllables, accompanied by a shake of her head which I assumed was directed at me rather than the flies feeding on her mutilated ear.

"Stop, Blugruh," I said. "I will walk."

Blugruh obeyed my words without further hesitation, and stood swaying in her tracks. Gingerly I dropped to the ground behind her, my legs feeling like rubber. I took a step, testing my strength, and was reassured that I would indeed be able to walk on my own for at least a little while.

"Thank you, Blugruh," I said, awkwardly patting her shoulder.

Her body shook with sobs. "Blugruh . . . is shit!" she moaned.

"Nonsense! Do you need to rest?"

"No, Master!" she cried, aghast. "Blugruh must go on!"

With that, she shambled forward, feet dragging, and went straight to Shadrac. The orc stopped and turned, looked down at the pet and then at me. He dropped the pack he had been carrying, growled a few words. The other orc approached and tossed his own pack down beside Shadrac's.

Blugruh fell to her hands and knees. "Thank you, Masters," she gasped, crawling over to the packs.

Shadrac turned his eyes to me as his pet struggled to put one of the packs on her back. I hurried forward as quickly as my numbed legs would move, reaching out to help her. The two packs combined surely weighed almost as much as I did; Blugruh would never be able to carry both on her own.

Shadrac, however, thrust me aside with a sweep of his monstrous arm, so that I was sent sprawling to the ground. Blugruh, still weeping softly, strapped the first bundle onto her back, then clutched the second in both arms. Grimacing, she climbed laboriously to her feet.

I glared at the orc, wiped my bloody lip with the back of my hand. "Are you trying to kill her? Don't you see she can't go any further?"

Ignoring my outburst, Shadrac directed a few more words at his pet. She brightened immediately, seeming to find one last spark of strength. "Thank you, Master!" she sobbed, her voice breaking. "Blugruh's not tired, Master! Blugruh works hard, Master!"

She staggered off at a pace I found difficult to match, but I was impelled by a desire to know what Shadrac had said to motivate her so effectively. When I overtook her I was too breathless to speak for several moments. She was staring straight ahead, eyes glazed.

"What," I asked, "did Shadrac tell you?"

A gleam returned to her eyes. "Master is pleased . . . with Blugruh. Will use Blugruh . . . alone tonight. No other cunts. Blugruh alone."

The forest had already thinned significantly, and when we had trudged another few hundred yards we left the woods altogether and immediately descended the gentle slope of what must have once been the bank of a torrential river. There, in a shallow grassy valley, the orcish village lay a quarter mile distant from the senescent stream which still trickled incongruously in the broad riverbed. Despite the failing light, I could see that the orc village was arrayed haphazardly over an acre or more of ground surrounding a large central clearing. A road of packed earth wound its way among three-score wattle and daub structures, few of which were larger than fifteen paces a side.

We approached the village from the west without drawing any attention from its inhabitants. The light of the sun, just setting behind us, filled the sky with a variegated beauty, lending the village a picturesque allure. Though more ramshackle than rustic, it might almost have been a quaint human settlement.

Orcpets seemed to be everywhere, most of them scurrying about on errands and chores. I noted one of them squatting at the edge of a narrow side street, urinating into the dust at her feet. On the next street I saw a small gaggle of diminutive pets gathered around the towering form of an orc; they squirmed and writhed at his feet, voices raised in a plaintive chorus. With a shock I realized that they were offering themselves to the beast, begging to be the object of his abuse.

We proceeded to the center of the village, where there was a small square perhaps fifty paces across, dominated by a large central firepit lined with stone, the flames of which cast a ruddy glow in the gathering dusk. As we entered the square, both Bukbuk and Blugruh were divested of their burdens.

Shadrac bellowed a command to Bukbuk, who gave a shrill cry of acknowledgement and rushed over to him. She dropped to her haunches before Shadrac's left foot, bent forward to press her palms flat against the ground, and lowered her face to kiss and nuzzle his filthy claws like a starved dog fawning on its master. Her shapely buttocks rose bobbing and gyrating as she licked her master's feet, her vulva glistening, the dark star of her rectum pulsing with passion. I stared, fascinated by the action of the pet's sphincter, lurid in the fluctuating light of the great firepit. It would constrict momentarily to a bud and then expand, yawning dark and wide enough for two fingers to slip inside without resistance. Thus it palpitated, while her buttocks churned arhythmically. Such was the effect of the orc's summons on this typical pet.

"Shublussha u gukku!" snarled Shadrac.

The pet, licking determinedly at the crust between his claws, replied hastily: "Yes, Master! Instantly, Master!"

She sat back on her haunches, shuffled forward to press her body full against the orc's huge leg, and turned her face to present her profile again. She rested her cheek on Shadrac's tree-like thigh, her loins writhing against his hairy shin. "Master Shadrac will speak with the human male," she said in a soft, quavering voice.

I said nothing in response to Shadrac. I had not expected a parley, and in any case I had nothing to say to my captors. I knew only that my fate, whatever it might be, must now be at hand. I suppose I should have panicked then -- and in a sense perhaps I did, my mind simply refusing to comprehend what was happening to me. After I had remained silent for several seconds the orc spoke, and the diminutive pet translated.

"Master Shadrac wonders whether the human prefers to live or to die."

"Naturally I would choose life," I said. "If the choice were mine."

"Master Shadrac is willing to give the human a choice, if the human will agree to His terms."

I was more confused than ever. "Why are you offering terms to a helpless captive?"

"Master Shadrac says the human has something the orcs require."

"Me? I have nothing the orcs could want."

Shadrac's response was a mere two syllables, but the effect of them on the orcpet was profound. She licked her lips and whimpered audibly, grinding her groin fervidly against the orc's leg. "Master is referring to the human's cock," she said breathlessly.

My blood suddenly ran cold, and I shuddered. "I don't understand."

Shadrac's response was not a lengthy one, but still Bukbuk seemed to struggle to keep her attention focused as she clung to his leg, humping and gasping. When the orc was finished, she conveyed his meaning with a trace of petulance. "The human male will be allowed to live here in the village. He will have free use of every pet. In this way he will earn his living."

Understanding had finally dawned on me, but still I feigned ignorance. "What do you mean, 'Earn my living?'"

"The human male will impregnate the pets, to maintain an endless new supply."

This then was Master Shadrac's solution to the shortage of available human females. It was simple, even elegant, and far cheaper than paying exorbitant prices to the goblins. I could only admire the orc's brutal acumen.

I gazed at the pet clutching Shadrac's leg, her small body shuddering with pure physical desire. A thick strand of vaginal fluid hung from her cunt, joining a small puddle which had already gathered on the ground directly beneath her loins. I was aroused at this sight, which recalled to my mind the spectacle of Bukbuk and Blugruh pleasuring Shadrac hours earlier.

I looked at Shadrac, who was watching me intently, and nodded. "I believe this is an arrangement I can live with," I said.

My horrified reader will now think that he has gained the measure of me -- that I am a soulless monster who would provide the enemies of Man with a limitless supply of helpless slaves in exchange for a lifetime of sybaritic ease. But I do not deserve to be judged quite so harshly. I yet held out some glimmer of hope that I might help Blugruh recover some portion of her humanity, and then we could escape. If Ruck still lived, and recovered from his injuries, our chances would be all the better. But I could not live indefinitely among the orcs without producing offspring, and so I knew that I would need to make my escape within a few months.

If my acquiescence surprised Shadrac, he showed no sign of it. He issued a few terse commands to the orcpet, who disengaged herself from his leg with a cry of Yes, Master! Bukbuk obeys, Master!

I watched her hastened away around the far side of the firepit, my eyes drawn to her mutilated face. When she had disappeared down a shadowy alleyway I reluctantly turned my attention to Shadrac, wondering for the first time whether he himself had inflicted the terrible wound on the poor girl. Regardless of his own culpability, he was wholly unaffected by her disfigurement, and this indifference seemed to me as great a barbarity as the violence of which Bukbuk's injury was evidence.

Despite the deal I had just made with him, my anxiety began to mount now that I was alone with the brute. My unease only intensified when another orc appeared, exchanged a few words with Shadrac, then advanced on me with a glare as baleful as a serpent's.

"We have an agreement," I said hastily as the big orc approached, glancing at Shadrac for support. "Your chief and I have made a deal."

The orc said nothing, merely bared his fangs and nodded. His paw shot forth and gripped me by the throat, choking off my cries. I could feel the cold hard claws against the flesh at the back of my neck. I struggled fitfully, though I knew this was futile. My mind was in a state of inert shock, unable to comprehend the wild vicissitudes of fortune to which I had been exposed over the last 24 hours and more.

The orc dragged me toward the firepit, and I experienced a moment of terror as I imagined myself being roasted alive. I attempted to beg them to simply kill me, but my words did not get past the fingers locked around my throat. I was thrown to the ground with such force that I lay dazed, while Shadrac stepped forward and with ghastly speed and efficiency tied leather thongs around each of my thighs, knotting them so tightly that I screamed at the agony of it.

"What is happening?!" I cried, now almost delirious with fear. I looked from one to the other of my captors, but saw nothing of reassurance in their bestial features. "Is our agreement forgotten?"

I struggled more violently, with no coherent thought save the desperate wish to escape, but the bigger orc held me down with ease. My legs grew numb. Shadrac unlimbered the huge stone axe he wore across his back, and I groaned with dread.

"What did I do wrong?" I asked plaintively. "I apologize. It won't happen again. Please."

Nothing happened, not for a minute or more. The two orcs simply waited. Then Bukbuk returned, carrying before her a wooden bucket. She placed the bucket by Shadrac's side and squatted next to it, bent her face to the orc's feet and dragged her tongue along his claws. I could discern, even in my distracted state, that she was trembling violently, and I assumed that she must have been frightened by the impending violence which her masters intended to do.

"What happens now?" I asked hastily, voice shrill. "You want me to fuck Bukbuk? I'm ready, I'll do it! Just bring her on!" I was babbling in the extremity of my fear, of course, only dimly aware of what I was proposing. I remember that Bukbuk responded to my words by glancing over her shoulder, showing me the relatively undamaged right side of her face. Her eye was agleam with malice, and I realized that her trembling was a product of excitement and anticipation rather than fear.

Shadrac spoke briefly to the other orc, who braced one knee against my chest, driving the breath from my lungs, and held both my legs immobile. I groaned, fully engripped by panic. The stone axe swung upward, paused there a moment, and then came hurtling downward.

The blade cleaved through my lower leg just above my right ankle with a pain worse than any I have ever endured -- indescribable, intolerable. I shrieked, thrashing violently in a useless attempt to free myself. In the grip of shock and agony, I was scarcely aware of the second blow falling, dispatching my left foot. Abruptly I was lifted, and the stumps of my legs were thrust into the searing ashes of the firepit. I passed out in that moment and lost control of my bladder, which I had manfully maintained until then.

When I regained my senses seconds later, Bukbuk was slathering hot tar from the bucket onto my wounds. The world was spinning around my head, the two orcs staring impassively down at me. I turned my head and retched, then sank once more into unconsciousness.