Chapter 10 #2
I can’t stop the sounds that escape my tightly pursed lips or the tears that stream down my face.
I hold my hands in front of me, one braced on his muscular thigh, the other pressed against my mouth so I don’t cry out or scream.
This is mercy. King Lix’tuk’s version of it, anyway.
I have to find a way to be grateful I’m being spanked instead of whipped.
“You won’t bleed for what your kind did, but you’re still going to regret it,” he snarls, his hand cracking down on my ass accentuating every word.
My hips jerk involuntarily as the sting gives way to a burn.
I’m really crying now. Barely able to keep myself from letting him hear my anguish.
It’s impossible to keep my thighs together, especially when a harder slap makes my legs kick.
I take it with a scrunched face, hand pressed tightly on my mouth, but it’s not enough.
“Ow, ow, I’m sorry!” I cry out, finally losing the last of my dignity.
“Like an apology would ever be enough for something so horrific,” he rumbles, spanking me even harder.
“I know it’s not enough! I just don’t know what you want to hear!” I yell.
“Just take your spanking, little human girl,” he growls, grabbing my collar and bending me over further before he lays into me again. “That’s all I need to hear.”
I close my eyes and sob, every slap feeling like a brand across my ass. I’m sure it’s so red, redder than my face when I dropped my robe. But I keep reminding myself that this is a cruel orc king’s version of mercy, that this could be a lot worse.
I squirm so much I become a moving target on his lap, but that doesn’t keep him from finding his target.
He just lets me thrash and writhe on his thighs while he holds my collar until I eventually hit something hard beneath his loincloth.
I immediately realize what it is and try to squirm away, but he tightens his grip on the leather around my neck, keeping me exactly where I am.
“Just when I was starting to enjoy it, you try to pull away,” he growls, smacking the tender crease where my thighs meet my bottom a few times. “Stay right where you are and rub against me like a good little pet.”
“Aaahhhh, oooow!” I cry, his hand preventing me from moving.
I’m hurting. I’ve never been more humiliated. I’m still scared, because the longer this spanking lasts, the worse it gets. And his dick is hard, pressed against my belly, twitching every time I squirm against it, his hand holding the collar keeping me from shifting away from it.
Then another horror dawns. My body is reacting to him.
I already felt some moisture, but now I’m wet.
Wet and whimpering as I move against his thick, hard cock.
It’s no secret that orcs are a lot better endowed than humans.
King Lix’tuk certainly feels like he is.
Not that I have anything to compare it to.
Just stories from the older girls in Troona who weren’t worried about preserving themselves for the auction.
“Oh, ow, ow, ow” I groan, feeling myself getting wetter every time he slaps my ass and I’m forced to grind against his stiff, throbbing flesh.
When the spanking finally stops, I don’t even notice at first. My ass is hot and burning.
My hips are moving in a circular rhythm, and I’ve found that if I move just the right way, his hard flesh will send a tingling ripple through my core.
But once I realize I’m just squirming, and he’s no longer spanking me, I panic and stop moving, my body still twitching from a mixture of pleasure and pain.
“Is this how human girls beg to be touched?” he growls, still holding me in place on his lap, his erection still lightly twitching against my belly. “Like I would ever touch anything a filthy human has touched, especially one of their women.”
I whimper, not feeling a shred of dignity, just a searing, aching need that doesn’t care if I just got my ass spanked. I’m not even trying to keep my thighs pressed together now. I’m so wet, arousal is dripping between my legs. Probably dripping onto his loincloth.
“I don’t know how human girls beg to be touched,” I admit with a needy whine. “I’ve never… I’m a virgin.”
“A maiden, hmm?” he asks, a hint of interest in his voice that is quickly replaced by an angry growl. “Doesn’t change the fact you’re a human… just cleaner than most of them.”
I wait for him to shove me off his lap. Throw me on the pile of furs at the foot of his bed, which is apparently where I will sleep.
But he doesn’t. The hand holding me in place slides down my back, squeezes my blistered ass, and I let out a mewl of discomfort.
I jerk against his length again, unable to stop myself.
He finally lets out a long sigh, like he’s just made a decision that he’s displeased with.
“If I send you to bed like this, you’ll be whimpering and moaning in your sleep.
You’ll keep me up all fucking night, and that’s the last thing I want from a pet,” he growls, pushing a thick finger between my legs, which makes me jerk away from his touch because of how strong the sensation is. “Hold still. Stop your damn squirming.”
King Lix’tuk rubs his finger along my folds, parting them enough to tease my clit and stroke my entrance.
I do my best to hold still, my core clenching and unclenching with every touch.
His finger is a lot rougher than mine. A lot more aggressive.
And A LOT bigger. But it feels good. I can’t deny that.
When his finger finally comes to a rest on my clit and makes slow, grinding circles, I can’t stop myself from moving, feeling his hardness tremble against me each time I do.
“I’m sorry. I’m trying to stay still, but… but it feels so good,” I gasp, his finger sending waves of pleasure through me.
“You humans are so damn easy to please, aren’t you?” he growls, sounding annoyed. “No wonder you breed like fucking rabbits.”
“Please don’t stop,” I beg, not caring how needy I sound. He finally made me beg.
“You don’t have to worry about that, little human girl,” he rumbles, finger still grinding my clit. “Orcs finish what they start.”
I brace myself on his thighs, hips still jerking, a pressure building inside me.
I’ve felt that pressure before, but never this intense.
It tightens until all I can manage are gasps between the rushes of euphoria.
Every rotation of King Lix’tuk’s finger brings me closer and closer until I feel myself teetering over the edge.
“Ohhh. Myyy. Gaawwwddd!” I groan, my body shuddering as I climax. It takes me a minute to be able to speak again. “That was unbelievable.”
King Lix’tuk keeps rubbing, his finger pressing into my clit like he’s trying to wring every bit of pleasure out of me. I mewl, groan, and whimper through my orgasm, smaller aftershocks radiating through my core before the pleasure finally fades into an afterglow that makes my eyelids heavy.
“There. Now we can both get some sleep,” he says, abruptly pushing me off his lap.
“Yaahh!” I yelp, catching myself with my hands as I land on the pile of heavy furs at the foot of his bed.
“If you wake up and I’m still in bed, go back to sleep,” he rumbles, rising to his feet, his loincloth tented by the erection I was squirming against. “If you wake me up before I’m ready, I’ll put you back over my knee.”
He flips a switch that plunges the room into darkness as the artificial torches go out. It’s so dark, I can’t see anything at all. I can hear him moving. His feet on the stone floor. A thud when he hits the mattress. Clearly, he’s done with me for the night.
I relax my arms and sink into the mountain of fur. It’s more comfortable than the straw mattress I slept on in Troona. Not quite as awesome as the bed in my suite, but I never had a chance to get used to that luxury. And now I have a collar to remind me of my place.
I feel around in the darkness until I find a piece of fur big enough for me to cover myself with.
It’s warm and incredibly soft. My accommodations could be a lot worse.
At least I’m at the foot of his bed, not locked in the dungeon.
My ass is throbbing from the spanking, but at least I’m not bleeding.
I don’t have wounds that will leave scars.
I’m still tingling from my orgasm. Still thinking about what I was squirming against while he spanked me.
But it doesn’t take long for me to fall asleep.