The Revenge of Zar’ahk Ch. 01: The Plan

Dinae awoke after the first night in Zar'ahk's home, realizing she'd slept better than she had in several nights. That brought with it a sense of guilt. She was worried about Aasha and Tessyn. How were they faring with their new masters? How quickly would Zar be able to free them, if ever? What cruel twist of the Gods put her in a warm bed while the others suffered?

Lying in the warm furs, staring at the ceiling, she felt Duuhra stir in the bed. Zar was still softly snoring when her mistress got up.

"Time to rise, Pet," Duuhra nudged Dinae's rump. "Zar will have a busy day and he will be hungry when he wakes."

Dinae crawled out of the bed and stood near the foot of it while Duuhra wrapped a loose skirt around her waist. The elf stood there, feeling small and vulnerable again in the presence of the large orc woman. Even when Duuhra turned to her, breasts still bare, and led her to the ladder Dinae felt awkward in her nakedness. She wanted to ask again about clothing, but Zar's comment kept her quiet. She would have to be patient, and trust Zar'ahk. And trust Duuhra.

So far, her new mistress had not harmed her, and even treated her kindly enough. She watched Duuhra as they crossed the home to the kitchen area. While similar to Zar in imposing size, the woman was much narrower in the waist and wider in the hips like an elf woman would be. She was broader of shoulder than any elf, but not as much as Zar. Her back was a network of thick muscles that flexed and shifted as she moved. Her ass and thighs were also thickly muscled, and often on display through the slits in the sides of her skirt. Dinae had to admit, Duuhra was quite attractive and many of the same aspects which drew her to Zar, also drew her to his mate.

Duuhra showed her what to do in the kitchen to get breakfast ready for the house. There were few words exchanged, except to make it clear that it would soon be Dinae's responsibility to handle it on her own. When Zar came down, they had the food ready, and again Dinae ate with them as if she were their guest. She began to understand that, at least with Zar and his mate, her servitude was not going to be exactly the way she expected. At least in their home. She wasn't sure if other orcs treated their slaves the same way.

"I'll go to the smith when I'm done here, but I'll have to report to the chief and the elders before I come back," Zar said.

"Take your time," Duuhra said. "I am going to take our pet down to the pits for a good scrubbing. I suspect she will need to build up her strength to be of use to me there."

Zar grunted and nodded. Dinae looked at both of them in turn but realized no further explanation was coming. What were the pits? She was nervous again, uncertain, and she didn't like that feeling. Had she started trusting Duuhra too soon? Dinae had heard of fighting pits, where slaves and animals often battled to the death. Was that where she was being taken? She was no warrior. If they sent her to the fighting pits, she wouldn't last long at all.

They finished breakfast and Zar left them to complete his tasks. Dinae cleaned up the kitchen while Duuhra disappeared up the ladder. The elf cleaned the crude utensils and dishes that made up the orc's dinnerware. She put the extra food away and tidied up the small cooking area before Duuhra came down dressed and ready to leave.

"Come here, pet," Duuhra pointed to the floor in front of her.

Dinae obeyed, now more nervous than ever. She felt like the next few moments would decide the rest of her life, however short that might be. She stood in front of her mistress, looking at the floor between them when she felt the orc woman's large hand lift her chin.

"You will walk close, on my left. No more than two steps behind," Duuhra said. "Until you are marked, this will show you belong to me."

Dinae nodded her understanding.

"No one may touch you. Speak to no one, look only at me," her mistress told her.

"Yes, mistress."

Duuhra nodded her satisfaction and led her out of the house and into the street. The orc town was bustling with activity, but Dinae kept her eyes focused on the orc woman's left shoulder. She couldn't help but notice the activity around her though. Orcs of all shapes and description went about various activities all around. Workers repairing, or building dwellings. Craftsmen making armor or weapons, and all manner of tools and household items. They passed a butcher plying his trade in an open fronted store. Among the orcs walked people from other lands. Some seemed to be free people, merchants and tradesmen from other places. Most were not. She began to realize they all shared something in common. Whether human or elf, dwarf or goblin, they were all topless and wore an elaborate harness. She wasn't close enough to see it in full detail, but it seemed to be made up of a collar and several chains as well as a leash of sorts. She was relieved to notice they all wore a type of loose skirt, much like Duuhra had worn that morning. Two long strips of fabric hanging from a belt that formed a shirt of about knee length that was split up the sides. That must have been what Zar meant by the clothing she would get. She also noticed, there seemed to be as many slaves as orcs and it made the town appear more populous than it probably was.

Their walk took them through the settlement, and up into the rocky hillside north of it. Sheer cliffs offered an impregnable defense in that direction, so there were no walls and no guards. Dinae followed her mistress up a winding flight of natural stone stairs worn into the rock by years of passing feet. At the top she could see a rocky plateau stretch away to the north, but most of her view was obscured by smoke. Were these the pits? Was this where slaves came to fight and die in gruesome ways?

Duuhra led her through the smoke, walking along a stone path Dinae could see under their feet. As they walked, she looked around and began to notice figures in the smoke. Orcs, male and female, were lounging around what she came to realize were pits of steaming mud. These were the pits Duuhra had mentioned. She felt her entire body relax when she realized she wasn't being taken to fight for her life. The two made their way through a maze of rock formations, naked orcs, a few slaves, and several mud pits until Duuhra found one she seemed satisfied with.

"Undress me," Duuhra commanded when she turned to Dinae. The skin of her face and shoulders was beaded with sweat, and the moisture of the steam.

Dinae hurried to obey, working at the damp knots and buckles of the orc's clothing. Again, she marveled at the woman's physique. The elven people were typically all slim and athletic, though the men tended to be more muscular because of their training. Even the largest elven male was no comparison to Duuhra's form. When Dinae was finished removing the orc woman's clothes, Duuhra stepped over to the steaming pit of chocolate colored mud and stepped in. Presumably, there were tiered steps she descended until she was immersed up to her waist. Dinae wasn't shy about getting dirty. She had often returned home, after a day running through the woods with her friends, covered in dirt, leaves, and other detritus. But, to intentionally immerse yourself in mud? It was a serious culture shock.

"Come here, pet," Duuhra said.

"In there?" Dinae couldn't help but question the order. Even though her mistress had gone in first, the idea of intentionally walking into a mud pit was so foreign to her. Duuhra didn't even answer, she just stared hard at Dinae.

After a moment's hesitation, Dinae stepped forward. She dipped her foot into the warm, thick mud and found the first rough-hewn step in the pit. The feeling of it was strange at first. She was repulsed by the idea of stepping into mud, but the warmth and texture were pleasant. She took another step, and then another. Before she knew it the mud was up to her thighs. The thick sludge pulled at her body, at her skin, and seemed to draw her in. Within seconds she felt the stress in her muscles start to relax with the heat. She took another step and sank down to her waist. The warm mud was now embracing her lower half like an omnipresent lover. When she reached Duuhra in the center of the pool, the mud was just below her breasts.

"This is good for the skin," Duuhra scooped a handful of mud from the pit. "Do as I do."

With that, the orc began to smear the warm mud over Dinae's shoulder. Her strong hands, and the abrasive texture of the mud felt wonderful, though slightly painful, on the elf's delicate skin. Dinae followed suit, scooping mud into her small hand and reaching up to rub it into the orc's shoulder and neck. She had no leverage with the height difference.

"Mistress, please," Dinae took the orc's elbow and drew her toward the next tier so the elf could step up and reach Duuhra's shoulders better.

The orc grunted and nodded in pleasure when another handful of mud was worked into her shoulder and neck. Dinae enjoyed the feeling of the mud, the hard muscles under her hand, and of giving Duuhra some kind of satisfaction. Her desire to be accepted had quickly turned into a desire to please her mistress just for the sake of giving pleasure. She worked her way down the orc's arms and chest muscles, rubbing in the abrasive mud, and kneading the taught muscles as best she could with her unpracticed hands. This is what Duuhra had meant about the elf needing to build up her strength.

Coming to the orc's large breasts, Dinae scooped up two handfuls of the viscous brown sludge and used both of them to work it into the skin of Duuhra's right tit. She smeared the mud around the outside edges, and under the breast. She let her thumb or a stray finger brush over Duuhra's nipple while she worked. After a minute the orc shook her head.

"Like this," she scooped up two handfuls of mud and took one of Dinae's smaller breasts between them.

She worked the mud in over the top of Dinae's breasts, kneading the chest muscle firmly. It was almost painful, and when Dinae thought she couldn't bear it, the orc's hands moved to another spot. She was only a little less gentle with the rest of Dinae's tits, working her hands over the softer flesh roughly. The elf had to admit, while it was sometimes painful, it was not unpleasant. When she reached Dinae's nipple, her fingers became more aggressive. Pinching, and pulling, she soon had both of the elf's nipples hard and distended, and feeling incredibly tender. Dinae couldn't help the moans that escaped her or the tingling fire that built in her loins.

The elf followed Duuhra's lead and massaged hot mud into the orc's breasts. She worked the tender flesh as hard as she could, but sensed it was not yet enough. When she reached the orc's nipples, she pinched and pulled on the thick nubs of sensitive flesh and was pleased to see them harden in reaction to her ministrations. She even managed to coax a moan out of her mistress when she pulled hard on the orc woman's nipples.

She massaged down the orc's abdominal muscles and back, following Duuhra's example of her own body. Dinae had to admit, the experience was relaxing. She felt stress and pain melting out of her body, and was beginning to feel better than she had in a long time. The barrage of sensations was almost overwhelming, but she found that when one sensation passed into the next, she relaxed even more. She put as much pressure as she could through her hands and arms, but knew she was no match for the strength of her mistress. Duuhra's thick fingers, and wide palms were powerful and controlled as she guided the elf through the massage.

"You are doing well, pet," Duuhra said. "You need to grow stronger, but you are learning."

Dinae smiled under the praise. She had found the nickname curious, but it was not demeaning the way her mistress said it.

"Now, this is important. Do not go inside," Duuhra said.

Dinae frowned in confusion before she felt the orc's hand push between her thighs. Dinae spread her legs without a thought and Duuhra cupped her pussy. The orc's hand was large enough to cover her fully and allow her fingers to brush the elf's anus. Duuhra used even pressure to massage Dinae's outer lips and the sensitive skin between her cunny and ass. Dinae's knees grew weak and she rested a hand on Duuhra's shoulder for support. The orc smiled, and watched Dinae's face. When the elf started to breathe heavily, her mistress moved her hand and quickly showed her how to finish the muscles of her ass and thighs.

Dinae's entire body felt like it was charged with lightning. She wanted to feel something, anything inside her. She wanted Duuhra to cover her pussy with that large tongue and drive her to orgasm. Her nipples were tingling and straining against the drying mud, and a shudder ripped down her spine periodically. She took a deep breath to calm herself and followed Duuhra's direction, cupping the orc's thick pussy with her delicate hand. Careful to keep her pussy lips pinched closed, Dinae massaged the orc's puffy mound as firmly as she could.

Duuhra raised a foot up onto the step next to the elf and spread her thighs. She was enjoying this lesson a great deal, and found that the elf was a good companion. She was pleasant to look upon, and obeyed without question. The orc liked the delicate features, so different from that of her people. She was exotic and alluring, and she wanted nothing more than to explore every part of the elf's body. The elf's hand was small, but Duuhra could feel her palm brushing her inner lips and clit that naturally peeked out from her thick outer labia. The elf then moved her hand back and ran her fingers between the cleft of Duuhra's ass and against her anus. She too, felt her own knees start to shake and put a hand on the elf's shoulder for support.

"That is good, mistress?"

"Yes, pet," Duuhra moaned. "That is good, I will tell you when to move on."

Dinae loved the sense of power she got from giving Duuhra pleasure. She knew her place was not going to change any time soon, but in these brief moments the orc was vulnerable. She felt the nub of the orc's clit poking out and brushing her palm. And, she felt Duuhra shudder every time she rubbed against it. When she circled the orc's anus with her fingers, her mistress groaned softly in her throat. She looked at the orc's face, eyes closed and features relaxed. She found, despite their differences, Duuhra was beautiful. Her features were heavy and strong. Thick brows shadowed dark eyes, and a strong jaw below a wide mouth with small tusks is what some would call savage. Dinae saw more than that. Acting on impulse, she leaned in and kissed Duuhra's thick lips between those delicate tusks.

When the elf touched her lips, Duuhra was shocked at first. She'd had her eyes closed and didn't see Dinae move in close. She didn't return the kiss at first, but Dinae kissed her again. She let out a breath between them, closed her eyes, and pressed into the elf's lips. The orc liked the soft feel of the elf's lips, very different from Zar's. She felt like she could stay there all day, felt herself sinking into the experience but not yet.

"Enough, do the rest as I showed you," Duuhra said breathlessly. She leaned back, but not before getting a final kiss.

Dinae finished massaging mud into Duuhra's heavily muscled legs and backside. She couldn't help reaching under and dragging her fingers along the orc's thick pussy lips again though. Duuhra chuckled.

"You like my pussy, don't you little one?"

Dinae blushed and smiled, "Yes, mistress."

"Good, because we are not done. Come with me."

With that, Duuhra led her up the natural stairs and out of the mud pit. Dinae picked up Duuhra's clothes and they walked through the rock formations to a series of waterfalls plunging over a high cliff. Other orcs were around, washing the mud from their hair and bodies. Some of them glanced at Dinae in brief curiosity, but most ignored her.

"Come, wash this muck off of us."

***

Zar was leaving the smith's shop, looking around the market. He remembered when the orc settlement was a bustling town, on its way to becoming a city. Now, few orcs moved about the market. Constant raiding and war depleted the population of his tribe faster than they could have babies. His brother, and before him their father, were hells-bent on conquering their part of the world. But, at what expense? Soon, the population of slaves would outnumber the orcs if something wasn't done. That would be a disaster waiting to happen. They were already outnumbered by their enemies, and every day they brought more of those enemies home in chains. With that thought, Zar looked down at the bundle of light chains he held in his hand and shook his head.

"Zar'ahk!" A voice called from across the market.

"Mak'eth," Zar smiled and approached the orc waving to him. "It is good to see you."

The two clasped hands and Mak punched Zar in the shoulder hard. "It is good to see you alive as well, my captain."

"How many others made it back?" Zar asked.

"Not many. Most of those who did were absorbed into other troops who lost men. I wasn't ready to give up on you."

"How many remained loyal?" Zar did not like the report he was getting. He'd hoped he could rebuild his troop and use them to get Tessyn and Aasha back.

"Six of us chose to remain in case you returned."

Zar nodded.

"Come, Zen'Tuchahk is in the ring with the minotaur today," Mak clapped his shoulder and smiled, guiding Zar away from the market.

They talked as they moved through the town. Zar caught him up on some of the events following their battled with the elves. He glossed over much about the elven women, but Mak came to know that all three were important to his captain. Soon, Zar could hear the shouts and cheers of a crowd ahead. While much of the commerce in the settlement was declining, the fighting pits remained a popular distraction for the tribe. They pushed their way through the crowd until they could see over the low wooden railing into a sunken area near the middle of the town.

In the pit, two opponents faced off. Nearest Zar and Mak stood a massive humanoid creature with the body of a man covered in shaggy, coarse hair, and the head of a bull. He stood nearly eight feet to the tips of his deadly horns, and was armed with a wicked spear. Facing him was a wiry orc woman armed with a pair of swords as long as her arms. Her hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail and bound with gold bands down her back. Both were naked and covered in sweat and dirt. So far neither showed fresh wounds so Zar surmised the match had recently started.

"That's one big bull," Mak smiled and elbowed Zar in the ribs. "Think this will be the one that gets her?"

"Not a chance," Zar looked down at the warriors.

Mak wasn't kidding. The minotaur outweighed Tuchahk by half and stood over her by more than a foot. His hands were large enough to cover her face, and his muscled body looked like it was made of stone. Between his legs swung an obscenely large cock, soft for the moment but they both knew how these fights often turned out.

By comparison, Tuchahk was thin for an orc. Every inch of her was muscle and sinew, and she was tall and athletic. Her hairless body rippled as she moved, and everything about her was tight and compact, from her small, pert breasts to her narrow waist, and long runner's legs. She was one of Zar's best soldiers, and he was glad to see she survived. He was going to need her help. Despite the odds appearing to be in the minotaur's favor, Tuchahk was smiling and taunting him before the match even started.

The two warriors circled each other, looking for an opening and seeing who would jump first. The bull had the reach, but they both knew Tuchahk was fast. She wasn't the strongest orc in his troop, but she moved like a striking serpent. She displayed it perfectly when the minotaur lunged with his spear. Any other warrior would have blocked, or been skewered in the deadly pike. Tuchahk had learned at an early age how to fight opponents who were bigger than her, however, and didn't rely on strength alone. She waited for the briefest of moments, just when the minotaur was committed to the attack. She dove forward into a roll under his attack. She continued past her opponent, but not before leaving a thin red line of blood on his thigh.