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....