Table of Contents

• Kidnapped and Bred By Orc Monsters
• Chapter 1
• Chapter 2
• Chapter 3
• Chapter 4
• Chapter 5
• Chapter 6
• Chapter 7
• Chapter 8
• Chapter 9

Kidnapped and Bred By Orc Monsters

Chapter 1

I pick berries near the stream. The sun sits low. My basket fills with red fruit. I hum a tune. The forest stays quiet. Too quiet.

A branch cracks.

I turn. Two green shapes burst from the trees. They run fast. Heavy feet thud on dirt. I drop my basket. Berries spill everywhere.

The big one grabs me first. His hand covers my mouth. He smells like sweat and smoke and pine. I scream against his palm but no sound comes out.

"Quiet," he grunts. His voice sounds like rocks grinding together.

The second one tears my dress. He rips the fabric like paper. Cold air hits my skin. I shiver. My heart pounds hard. I kick my legs. I thrash my arms.

The big one lifts me. He throws me over his shoulder. My head hangs down. Blood rushes to my face. I see his back. Green muscles ripple under scars. He wears leather straps and fur. Metal rings pierce his tusks.

"Yunkathu," the second one says. He points at the big one, then at himself. "Ghamborz."

Yunkathu grunts. He adjusts my weight. His hand slides down to grip my thigh. His fingers dig in hard. The rough skin scratches me.

Ghamborz walks ahead. He clears branches with a huge axe. They move fast through the woods. My stomach bounces against Yunkathu's shoulder. Every step jars me. I should feel pure terror. I do feel terror. But something else builds too. Heat pools low in my belly. My face burns.

We reach a cave hidden behind thorn bushes. Stone walls rise up inside. Torches burn with black smoke. Bones hang from chains. Furs cover the floor. This is their stronghold.

Yunkathu drops me. I land on soft pelts. I scramble back. I try to stand. My legs shake too hard.

"Stay," Yunkathu commands. He points at the furs. His eyes glow yellow in the dark.

Ghamborz blocks the exit. He crosses his arms. Both orcs stare at me. They strip off their loincloths. Their cocks hang thick and heavy between green thighs. Even soft, they look bigger than any man from my village. Veins pulse along the shafts. The tips already drip clear liquid.

I should run. I should scream. But my mouth goes dry. My cunt clenches on nothing. I feel empty. I want them to fill me.

Yunkathu grabs rope from a hook. He ties my wrists fast. He pulls my arms above my head. He loops the rope through a iron ring in the stone wall. The fibers bite into my skin. I pull hard. The rope holds tight.

"Mine," Yunkathu says. He pounds his chest once. "You. Mine."

"Yes," I whisper. The word surprises me. I should say no. I should beg for mercy. Instead I arch my back. I push my hips up.

Ghamborz laughs. It sounds like gravel in a bucket. He kneels beside me. He grabs my hair. He pulls my head back. His other hand squeezes my breast. His thumb rolls over my nipple. It hurts good.

"Pretty," Ghamborz grunts. "Soft."

Yunkathu grabs my ankles. He spreads my legs wide. I lie open for them. They see everything. My wetness shines on my thighs. There is no hiding how much I want this.

Yunkathu raises his hand. He brings it down hard on my ass. The slap echoes off stone walls. Pain flares hot and bright. I cry out. He hits me again. My skin burns. I squirm against the ropes.

"Good," Yunkathu growls. He hits the other cheek. My ass stings. Tears wet my cheeks. But my cunt throbs harder. I need them inside me. I need it now.

"Please," I gasp. "Please. More."

Ghamborz spits on his hand. He rubs the spit between my legs. His thick finger pushes into me. I moan loud. His finger stretches me. He adds another. He scissors them open. My wetness coats his hand. It drips onto the furs.

"Ready," Ghamborz says. He looks at Yunkathu.

Yunkathu climbs between my legs. His cock stands fully hard now. It looks massive. The base swells into a thick knot. That knot will lock inside me. It will keep his cum trapped deep. The thought makes me shake.

"Want," I pant. "I want it. Put it in. Please."

Yunkathu lines up. He pushes the thick head against my entrance. He does not go slow. He thrusts hard. He fills me completely in one stroke. The stretch burns. I scream. My body tries to adjust. He is so big. Too big. But perfect.

He pulls back. He slams in again. The furs bunch under my back. The ropes creak as I thrash. Ghamborz holds my head. He keeps me still. He watches Yunkathu fuck me.

Yunkathu sets a brutal pace. He grunts with each thrust. His tusks gleam near my face. Sweat drips from his green chest onto my breasts. His knot bashes against my entrance with every push. It presses in slightly but not fully yet.

"Close," Yunkathu grunts. "Knot. You take."

"Yes," I shriek. "Do it. Knot me. Breed me."

He changes angle. He pushes deeper. His knot pops inside. The stretch sears me. I see stars. The knot swells bigger. It locks us together. I cannot move away. He is tied to me. I feel every pulse of his cock.

Yunkathu throws his head back. He roars. Hot cum floods my womb. It splashes deep. So much fluid. It fills me up. It leaks out around his knot. The pressure builds inside. I come hard. My cunt squeezes his knot rhythmically. I milk him dry.

Before I finish coming, Ghamborz moves. He does not wait. He flips me over. The rope twists around my wrists. Yunkathu stays locked behind me. He moves with me. His knot keeps us joined.

Ghamborz positions himself at my face. His cock drips pre-cum on my lips. I open my mouth wide. He pushes in. He tastes like salt and earth. He fills my throat. He fucks my mouth with the same rough speed Yunkathu used on my cunt.

I gag. Spill drips down my chin. Ghamborz grabs my hair. He uses me. Yunkathu starts moving again. His knot tugs at my rim with every small thrust. The pain mixes with pleasure. I float in it.

Ghamborz pulls out. He moves behind me. He pushes at my other hole. I tense. He spits again. He pushes harder. He enters my ass slowly. Now I have both of them. Yunkathu in my cunt. Ghamborz in my ass. They sandwich me between green muscle and heat.

"Full," I sob. "So full. Yes. Use me. Harder."

They find a rhythm. When Yunkathu pulls, Ghamborz pushes. They saw into me. The ropes burn my wrists. The furs scrape my knees. I take everything they give.

Ghamborz slaps my ass again. He matches the rhythm of his thrusts. My skin burns bright red. I push back into the hits. I want more. I need more.

"Breed," Yunkathu growls. He grips my hips hard. His claws dig in. "Make. Baby."

"Give me baby," I beg. "Fill me up. Both. Please."

Ghamborz groans. He thrusts deep in my ass. He stays buried. His cock throbs. Hot cum pumps into my bowels. It feels thick and endless. He slaps my ass one last time as he empties himself.

The feeling triggers Yunkathu again. His knot swells even bigger. He pumps a second load into my womb. The pressure makes me scream. I come again. My whole body shakes. My vision goes white.

We collapse onto the furs. Ghamborz pulls out slowly. He leaves me gaping. Yunkathu stays tied. His knot keeps his seed trapped deep inside my womb. I feel it working already. I know they put a baby in me tonight.

Yunkathu unties my wrists finally. The rope left red marks. He rubs my arms. He checks my wrists. His touch turns gentle. Ghamborz brings water. He holds the cup to my lips.

I drink. I smile. I belong to them now. The kidnapping gave me exactly what I craved. I curl between their green bodies. Their cum leaks out of me. I fall asleep knowing they will take me again when they wake. They will keep me here forever. And I will love every minute.

Chapter 2

I open my eyes. The cave stays dark. Torch light flickers on stone walls. I lie alone on the furs. My hand reaches out. The pelts feel cold where Yunkathu slept. Ghamborz left too. Their warmth faded hours ago.

I sit up. My body aches. My wrists hurt where the rope bit in. Red marks circle my skin. I touch the marks. I smile. Between my legs, dried cum sticks to my thighs. It flakes off when I move. I smell like them. I smell like sex and sweat and orc.

I stand up. My legs shake. Cum drips down my inner thigh. I walk to the cave entrance. Cool night air hits my naked skin. I shiver. The moon hangs full outside. Stars poke through black sky.

I hear voices. Deep voices rumble from down the mountain. Yunkathu and Ghamborz stand near a fire with other orcs. They talk loud. They wave their arms. They handle clan business. Some small fight about goats or borders. Boring stuff. They left me alone to rest.

I spot steam rising from a crack in the cave floor. Hot springs bubble down there. My skin itches. I smell bad. I need to wash. But more than that, I need to touch myself. My cunt throbs. It feels empty without their cocks.

I walk down the stone path. Water sounds grow louder. I find a pool. Steam rises up. Rocks circle the water. Green moss grows on the wet stone. The water looks black in the dark. It smells like sulfur but clean too.

I step into the pool. The water burns hot. I gasp. I lower myself slowly. The heat hugs my body. It soaks into my sore muscles. I lean back against a smooth rock. The water covers my tits. My nipples poke up above the surface.

I look around. Nobody watches. The orcs still argue outside. I am alone. I should rest. I should wait for them to return. But my hand slides down my belly anyway. It moves under the water. My fingers find my cunt.

I am already wet. Not from the pool. From thinking about them. From smelling like their cum. I rub my clit in small circles. I bite my lip. Guilt twists my stomach. They fed me. They protected me. They fucked me raw. And now I sneak pleasure without them?

But the guilt makes it hotter. I rub harder. I imagine Yunkathu finding me. I picture his yellow eyes going dark with anger. He catches me touching what belongs to him. He drags me out of the water. He throws me down on the wet stone.

In my head, he grabs rope from his belt. He ties my wrists to a rock above my head. The rough fiber cuts into my skin again. I pull hard. The knots hold tight. I cannot move. I cannot hide. I lie open and dripping on the stone.

Ghamborz stands nearby. He watches with his arms crossed. His cock grows hard. It stands up thick and green. He pumps it with his hand. He waits his turn.

Yunkathu raises his big hand. He brings it down on my wet tit. The slap makes water splash. My nipple stings. He hits the other one. I arch my back. I push my tits up for more. He spanks my belly next. Then my thighs. He leaves red hand prints all over my pale skin.

"Bad," he grunts in my fantasy. "Touch without us. Bad girl."

"Sorry," I moan out loud in the real cave. My voice echoes. ...