A Slave to Passion

Anyway, winter came and it proved too much for me, so I began to head south. I had a good haul of furs to sell, so things were looking up. After a few days following a stream through the forest I came upon a path that seemed to be heading roughly south and was marked with fresh footprints, so followed it.

This was a mistake. After about an hour or so on, as dusk began to fall, the path ended and opened out into a grove with a stone circle and altar. Around the altar were a dozen or so Orcs, watching as two others, wearing a ceremonial masks, fucked atop the altar. Both moaned and groaned with pleasure. I was transfixed, I could make out the beads of sweat running down one of the beautiful creature's backs, but from my position, I could not see the penis of the Orc on top as she thrust in and out of her willing partner.

I strained for view, but it was no use. I would have to move. I told myself if they didn't see me, I was doing nothing wrong, and stepped forward. This was another mistake. Before I even realised what was happening, I was upside down, hanging from the tree I was just standing under. I had stood in a snare. I was spinning around and the blood was rushing to my head. The last thing I saw before I passed out was a dozen or so Orcs running over to me. They did not look happy.

When I awoke, the first thing I noticed was that I was stark naked. The second was that there was a metal collar around my neck. The third was that my wrists were chained to that metal collar by chains only around a foot long. The chain was also attached to a tree.

While the Council outlawed slavery a generation ago, the Orcs had not yet followed suit. Prisoners they took alive could expect the mines or, if they were lucky, a swift death in the arena of an Orcish city.

Looking around I saw I was on the edge of a fairly sizeable Orc camp of around a dozen tents and large fire pit in the middle. It looked like they were dug in for the winter. That meant I had at least a few months before I was sold on and ended up down the mines, were I could expect a few weeks of hard labour before dropping dead or the arena, where I could expect to die at the hands of an Orcish warrior or some exotic beast. The nearby Orc I assumed to be a guard looked like she could break me in half. The future wasn't looking bright.