Date: Wed, 26 Jan 2005 06:07:45 -0800 (PST)
From: Bearmon <gryzmon@yahoo.com>
Subject: Spoils of the War Forgotten - Chapter 1

*****

This story is brutal and not for the faint of heart or those who hate
and/or just plain dislike reading stories about homosexual relationships
between fantasy creatures. Also if you are looking for just another
jerk-off story; I'm sorry because my imagination would not let it be just
that. As far as I am concerned my imagination had a mind of its own when it
wrote this.

Enjoy.

*****

Part 1.

  Where am I? I groan as I come to, reaching up to rub my forehead as I
open my eyes to look at a wooden wall. Blinking in surprise at this, I look
around to see that I am in a cage then I reach out to touch the wall with
my padded fingers as if to check whether or not I am dreaming. I can feel
the hard gritty surface of the wooden wall and realize that I am indeed
awake now. This fact becomes more apparent when I try to sit up and feel a
sharp pain in my gut that causes me to fall back. I reach down to touch my
brown furred belly to feel pain, but no cuts or blood; the area just seems
to be heavily bruised.
  Without sitting up, fully I turn to the open side with the bars checking
out where exactly I am. I see that it's now nightfall though that fact
isn't the first one to pop into my mind. I see an open campfire and the
figures that surround the flames. I can only make out silhouettes but the
hint of green is noticeable to which the shape becomes clear. These were
orcs. Foul, disgusting, unintelligent orcs. Wonderful.
  Leaning on my elbows I survey what else is in the area to notice four
more cages near the fire, just like the one I am in. But I look closer at
this to see another of my kind, the Ursitu, that I know of. He was not
alone though, as I see the cages are practically loaded with our bear-like
kind. Why am I alone in this cage? Then I blink in realization and look
more so around in my cage to see that I am not alone. They are all huddled
up against the back wall of the cage, for warmth and to comfort one
another. None are near me though; why they have shunned me so? I cannot
tell. Since it's already night and I am still tired, I just lay back again
to sleep.
  Sunshine wakes me, though with the noise coming from outside the cage
makes me wonder how I could've slept through it. I sit upright without even
thinking about my bruised gut and notice that for the most part it has
healed. How long was I sleeping? I survey my cage to see my kind showing
fear and remorse still huddled against each other.  Furthermore, they are
all turned away from the loud noise I hear. As I look outside I see the
horror that drives their gaze away.
  Our society taught us of orcs, making sure that we knew this rival clan
are foul, brutal, disgusting, and ignorant beasts. Still, nothing has
prepared me for this sight of torture, cannibalism, and guessing even
vorarephilia from our guards staring at us while watching with the lewd
grins. The four orcs surrounding campfire that seems to be a new one in the
same spot have a Ursitu in their right hand and their left ones feeding
long shi-kabob spits into either their muzzles or their rears. The look
showing through, telling me that they are in serious pain.
  My stomach churns with utter disgust from this sight, my eyes trailing
away just before I lose it. This is when I noticed something, or
someone. It was another orc; nothing special it seemed. It ringed in my
head to just look away and rest again but for some reason I just couldn't
look away. He was just another orc, so look away. Why can't I look away?
  As my eyes just seemed transfixed on this dark emerald beast, I notice
the subtle things about him. His long white hair tied up in the back which
is odd for an orc warrior. That long hair meant he has most likely retired
from battle then. He also has a goatee of the same white hair, what social
symbol that is, I'm not sure. His baby blue eyes, a high oddity for orcs as
their eyes are usually green or brown. His fancy earrings probably meant he
was important but the lack of other facial jewelry meant he wasn't an elder
yet. The old scar on his face probably meant he seen many battles and has
retired or simply just training pupils. He's wearing leather, but not
armor. The leather straps covering his perfect chest and abs ascent his
hairy body perfectly. He is wearing a simple loincloth. Hanging off the
leather is fabric of who knows which species he skinned it off from. On his
backside is a gigantic axe that is larger than my own head.
  I feel revulsion for myself as my eyes still study him, as if I was
admiring that disgusting orc. He walks off in a direction behind the cage I
am in. A sigh of relief comes from my lips as I finally lay back, closing
my eyes and trying to forget what I had just studied and tried to look back
on how exactly I got here but the days before I got here are a blank.
  A series of banging can be heard which jolt me from my sleep, I sit up to
see two of my kind being dragged out rather unwillingly by a single orc
with bulging biceps that are able to overpower my kin's entire body
strength. He closes the cage after getting them out, I don't even know
them, I don't know any of the ones I am in the cage with but the others are
weeping for their lost, telling me their fate without having to look to the
flames.
  Looking off the side into the darkness when he steps out again, the same
orc as before, looking to be on patrol now. I inch my way closer to the
cage to look at him once more, and it hits me suddenly as to why he has my
attention. He has no blood on him, everyone else is caked with the dried
blood of our kind and yet he is spotless, and I have not yet spotted him
eating or torturing my kind. Even all the other guards have a few pickings
and splatters of blood on the hair or their chests, but this one is
completely clean, how perplexing.
  Without even noticing it he walks by my cage and actually looks in to me,
as I look up I feel my eyes locking with his, I see kindness in them but I
look away in fear of angering him. My eyes closed with my muzzle dipped
down until the tip is touching my bare chest. Suddenly I feel thick fingers
coming to rest on the back of my head, and long fingernails scratching a
few key spots just beneath and behind my ears that just suddenly spark a
low moan from my muzzle without even realizing it. He stops before I even
realized my action, his hand pulling out and after he says, 'Good boi.' he
walks off for his rounds.
  I blink, and seem to even appreciate it, but why? I turn around while
still on my knees to get back to where I was lying when I feel a fist hit
my muzzle hard enough to knock my head against the iron bars. I coil into a
ball on the ground with my paws on my face. My eyes are uncovered to look
up to see it was a fellow Ursitu who struck me.  His eyes shows rage and an
accusing stare, probably thinking I was trying to earn favor to save my own
hide. I can't say I'd disagree after thinking back on what I just done, so
I offer no retaliation. I simply lie there rubbing my muzzle and notice I
have a busted lip, wincing each time my digits brush against it.
  Blinking awake and not even realizing I had feel asleep I sit up from the
spot I was resting at to notice I had urinated on myself in my sleep,
causing me to blush. I look out to dark night seeing many clouds and four
dancing orcs by the campfire. What are they doing? Suddenly from within the
smoke coming from the fire I see it is feeding the clouds above, shrouding
their camp site now and spreading even further. Such shaman power proves
they are not so stupid afterall. But what caused the need? No warriors were
in sight, just the guards. Must be another invasion. Is this how they took
us down? Is this why I cannot remember it?
  When I look around my cage I see that there is only two other bears now
in the cage with me now, their faces are matted with tears and their are
huddled against each other. As I look around I notice the piles and piles
of Ursitu bones, showing me the tale of horror they must've
experienced. There must have been some kind of warrior feast on our kind
before they left for battle I rub my own grumbling belly, and realize that
I haven't had anything to eat or drink since our capture, I simply have
spent most of our time asleep to feel the pains of dehydration and
starvation.
  I reach up to touch my busted lip and feel that it has mostly healed, and
groan as I push my head against and in-between the bars closest to me; the
cool metal relieving some of the heat in my head cause by the pain. I close
my eyes as I begin to rub my head against the pole enjoying this little and
unabundant relief. Gods, why is this happening?
  Just as I feel my eyes begin to water and leak through my shut eyelids, I
feel a warm hand caressing the back of my head, my eyes look out on the
cage to see only darkness in a silhouette shaped by the fire. From how he
begins to use his long fingernails to scratch my favored spots again, I
don't have to look up towards his face to know it's that white haired orc
again. My eyes dry themselves after shedding a single tear each as I feel a
rumble running through my throat spurred by such wonderful comfort. My
loose muzzle lips part ever so slightly to release a low moan, my head
leaning into it while my eyes closed, my mind bathing in the
pleasure. Suddenly something hard is touching the side of my face. I blink
my eyes open to look over to see it is his tusk.  I can't for the life of
me figure out how it got there until I look forward. His face is just in
front of mine. No, it is more than that, his lips are on mine; he's kissing
me! His hand on the back of my head holds me there and the lack of food has
made me far too weak to fight him. I can only hope he pulls away soon.
  Funny though, his lips don't seem so foul as he continues to kiss me. I
feel a deep groan fill my muzzle just before his tongue does, penetrating
my open maw. His tongue plays around in my mouth, touching the roof then
running over my own tongue. Again, I find nothing foul in the taste, there
is only a sweet flavor similar to fruit actually.  I find my tongue even
starts to return the affection, I just rationalize it to being
hungry. Suddenly his head pulls away and my muzzle is left empty, my tongue
licking my lips, tasting the saliva he had left behind. He takes my paw for
a moment before he walks off to return to his work; I look down to an
apple, a whole one even. Just the sight brings a smile to my snout as I sit
back and begin to munch loudly on the delicious fruit. I eat every last
bite, only spitting out the seeds and stem. Only after devouring it
completely do I lay back, reaching up to touch my still wet lips.
  The sounds of a gigantic ruckus propel me from my sleep, the closest one
being the screams of my brethren as the other two are now being dragged out
of the cage, leaving me alone in here. Apparently their battle went well,
and I only see a very slight decrease in their ranks, and I notice two new
cages around the campfire. Upon, looking in I see it is some kind of cougar
species, one I do not know of, possibly from a far away land. Our cages are
on wheels, are they moving us while we sleep? Such dexterity and cunning,
each campsite looks identical to the last, we are even in the same position
when we wake.
  There is only a few of the cougars in each cage so either they ate alot
when they got back, or these creatures were simply less eager to being
taken prisoner. I see only my kind's bones scattered around and realize
they must always come with us too; they are far too clever. The utter lack
of any other kinds of bones shows me they did not take as many prisoners as
with us, or they could've simply enjoyed their meal on their own doorsteps.
  I look away from the feast on the Ursitu, my backside resting against the
cold iron bars, sighing as I feel like the last pick, the runt of the
litter. I know I am fairly short for my kind, only five and a half feet
tall. I look down to my hands, touching them together to feel the padded
absently. As I continue my dazed playing with my digits, I feel two arms
slide around my waist hugging me through the bars. I don't even look back
to know it is that orc again, and I reach down to feel his thick arms with
my soft pads. His skin feels so soft despite the fact they surround such
large muscles, impressing me that he takes such care of himself.
  Hugging me once more tightly I feel his tusks touching the back of my
head near my right ear, I hear him whispering to me, 'Such a gewd
bear.. what's your name?' What's my name? Why did he care? None of the
other orcs seem to bother with names. I haven't even heard any of them
refer to each other with names; they just seem to grunt to each other. I
bite my bottom lip and lift my head up to where I don't have to say loudly,
'Suta-kuma.'
  He doesn't acknowledge my name, he simply gives one more tight hug just
before I feel his hands going lower. They come to rest on my groin, causing
me to squirm at the orc's gentle touch along my inner thigh and my small
sac. He continues this groping until he gets me panting, occasionally
squeezing my sheath getting it swollen until the tip parts the hole at the
end, he speaks again 'Banegork' to which he suddenly just pulls back;
leaving another apple beside my aroused form and heading off for his rounds
again. Despite the horror of enjoying such attention and what I can still
hear, I am able to eat the apple without losing it after each loud,
disgusting, crunching, and gobbling noise coming from outside the cage. I
leave the apple seeds and stem in a corner before I head over to another to
relieve myself in a more proper way, Since I have nobody else with me, it
really doesn't matter which I choose. I curl back up to where I was and
cover my ears, just hoping the feast will end soon.
  I awake yet again, but when I open my eyes I only see darkness, I now
feel the tight restraints of leather on my face, acting like a hood to
cover my eyes and ears. That is not the only place I can feel them. They
are on my arms and legs, keeping me pinned down I am now flat on my belly,
I am on top of a log, like the ones I have commonly seen the orcs sit on
and it feels well used and smooth against the paunch of my belly.  I have
to breathe through my nose as I have wood, wrapped in leather, shoved into
my maw. I smell only burning wood and the musk of orcs, overpowering the
scent of my slayed kin.
  I testingly pull against the binds and this seems to cause an uproar
around me that I can hear through the thick leather. Were they waiting for
me to wake up? I don't have to think on why as the question is quickly
answered, as I am overwhelm by intense heat pushed against my hide. I try
to scream but the wood in my muzzle is tied to the back of my neck and
prevents me doing so, only coming out now as a whimpering cry. I am
writhing against the wood which only fuels the crowd's whooping screams and
cheers, the smell of burnt fur and flesh joining the other scents in
air. After the metal is pulled away they leave it to scar for far too long
now to me, although it couldn't have much more than 10 seconds before they
pour cold water onto my rear giving me some brief relief, my cheeks still
twitches with pain. I haven't seen any others being branded before eaten,
were they going to spare me? Something is put under my nose, the scent is
overpowering and yet alluring, probably some magical concoction from the
shamans as I feel myself drifting asleep again despite my overwhelming
pain.
  When I awake this time I am lying in a pile of pillows filled with
feathery down, the pain in my rear like a distant memory now, I look around
the tent I am in that is lit by a torch in the corner. This tent is a vast
improvement over the cage I was in. I get up alittle groggily, for however
long I have been stuck here, my exercise has been little and my diet has
only been those apples, I stretch out then notice a shiny metal shield
reflecting the room. I head over to check out my new brand, a circle with
some kind of almost scribbling pattern on the inside, most likely claiming
me as the orc's property, which fills me a deep sigh. I knew my fate was
horrible when I first awoke in the cage, but this sight starts to be truly
depressing. The flap nearby slaps together showing it closing, and when I
turn to look at it I am being shaded by a large orc. At this angle standing
toe to toe with him I see just how large he is, practically two feet taller
than me. As I look upwards I can see the white hair and goatee, his gentle
face, and kind eyes; they just brought a smile to my face. He kneels before
me to get on my level and hugs me so warmly, so tightly. I just hug him
back, enjoying this comfort.
  His hands slide below, cupping my rear and I can feel his fingers touch
the scar, which doesn't seem to cause me any pain. His face hovers just in
front of mine as I feel his whispering run his breath over my lips, 'Yer
mine now, boi.' I can't believe what he just said and have no time to
respond as his lips lock with my muzzle, his paws continue to rub my cheeks
below and not just the brand, bringing another moan which he uses to push
his thick tongue into my maw. I begin to suck on it as its flavor is just
as sweet before and with the taste of fresh strawberries lingering on it.
  Suddenly the contact is broken and he stands before me, I start to pant
loudly just from looking up at the muscled orc, gazing down his arms to see
he is unbuckling his loincloth, letting it falls quickly on the floor
below. My ears turn red with the rest of my face beneath the fur as I am
now face to face with his groin, intimidated and alittle shocked at the
sheer size of his flesh hanging in front of me. His hand comes to rest on
the back of my head to which pushes it forward until my nosepad is touching
the green flaccid shaft; I hear him grunting, 'Mmm, lick it, gewd boi.'
  I see no choice. He is right, I am his property now. Fighting him would
be futile as he is only one to show me the kindness to not kill me. I have
been admiring him anyways and in the back of my mind all the teachings of
orcs just seem to fade into a memory equivalent to an old man's
ramblings. With a smile of my own, my tongue slips out running along the
green flesh. I can taste the bitter musk covering him but the high diet of
fruits has given it tangy aftertaste, driving a desire to lick at the flesh
again and again. Before long the rod stiffens beneath my tongue while I
continue to eagerly coat it in my saliva.
  The grunts and groans coming from above tell me that I must be doing well
to please the orc and I find myself now licking at the underside of his
shaft as it hardens. I move my tongue upwards while I examine it, noticing
it to be a few inches longer than a foot. When my tongue reaches the head,
I reach my right hand up to peel back the foreskin, my tongue teasingly
laps at that as well before my muzzle lip move to purse around the head, my
tongue playing over it especially along the slit while my lips continue to
fully engulf the turgid head. The orc firmly pushes with the hand on the
back of my head, causing my lips to slide further down his throbbing
phallus until the head I was just teasing is now pushing against my throat,
causing me to gag for a moment. When the pressure he applies on my head
doesn't let up, I desperately try to swallow the flesh and am rewarded with
the head forcefully parting the thin tunnel of my throat along several
inches following it. I start to breathe heavily through my nosepad to feel
something tickling it, my eyes regain their focus to look at a bush of
white pubic hair which is feeding my senses a nice supply of the orc's
musk.
  The orc takes a hard grip of the loose skin on the back of my neck
yanking my head back pulling me from nursing on his flesh. Smacking my
lips, I can taste his pre.  Looking at his flesh shining in the torch's
light, it has a thorough coat of my saliva and his pre is making a long
trail down my long member. When I look down I see that my own flesh has
left its sheath, throbbing with excitement to which he chuckles at, I am
not even close to his size. He then hefts me up and puts me belly down onto
the pillow pile, making sure one is just under my gut now, elevating my
rear into the air and adding further stimulation to my own rod. I expect
what he has planned and tried to close my legs but he has already moved his
knees inbetween them.
  What I am surprised about is that I enjoy the electrifying sensation
going through me as I feel his saliva and pre covered knob is pushing
against the tight ring of my sphincter. The tight virgin muscles only
fighting with the massive orc for so long before I feel him tightening his
grip on my thighs. He lunges forward, causing my body to quiver in the
shade of his frame as it feels like my rear has just been torn in two by
his large rigid pole. My paws clutching the pillows tightly as I try to
brace myself for the long haul, I feel as my guts are now readjusted to the
size of the giant's member. Finally I notice him stopping, my head lifts
off the pillow wearily before I look over my shoulder. I can't believe what
I'm seeing. I took it all, my rear is just resting against his groin, his
hairy ballsac touching my furred testicles now while I can feel the
throbbing pulse of his pillar.
  This sheer thickness is pushing against my prostate, almost like he's
squeezing it, eliciting a deep groan as with each pulse it brings to my own
flesh becomes a twitching spasming wave that washes over his flesh, after
only two twitches of those muscles I can feel him starting up again,
pulling back a few inches just to force them back in, starting at this pace
but begins to speed up now creating a strong friction against the
prostate. The rest of my sore bowels become numb from it. I suddenly just
feel myself lose it, the pillow beneath my belly just becomes sticky
against my bellyfur. My panting is becoming rapid as the pressure on my
prostate doesn't stop, even while the orc does. The throbbing and jerking
motions within my rear is ascented by the warmth of the orc's seed.
  I rest with my head against the pillows, hiding my face from the shame of
such debasement and furthermore from enjoying it so much, his body coming
down on top of mine acting almost like a blanket, providing me with plenty
of warmth and comfort. I lift my head rubbing my tear stained face against
the green chest and neck above me enjoying his close presence. We rest
together so close as the pillows bend along with me so that he isn't
crushing my body as I sleep beneath him.
  This morning is a first, I awake to no surprises, nothing has
changed. Even his flesh is still resting snugly inside my rear in a
semi-flaccid state. I bury my head against the pillows again, not to hide
my face for shame and humiliation, or even to cry. I just smile. Life,
doesn't seem so horrible anymore.



-- Written by Bearmon: gryzmon@yahoo.com.
   Character Banegork copyright Hyper T. Wolf.