Orc Witchcraft Part I

By the time we arrived at the fields of Drostar, we were tired from our four day march. The battle with the Orcs was now in its seventh month, and we had lost so many men that the army had created breeding camps in a desperate attempt to rebuild our decimated population as well as encourage enlistment. Although enlistment was mandatory for all men over age 14, the breeding camps provided a very strong lure for any hold-outs. It was little more than a well managed brothel, staffed with the most beautiful women in the land, and it was always open and always free for soldiers who had served in battle.

As the sun set, I sharpened my sword in the campground and tried to force myself to sleep. The odds were against me surviving tomorrows battle, but if I did, I would have a six month break to “make more soldiers” before being rotated back to the front line. Six months of sex, six months of threesomes, six months of more pussy than I could ever fuck. And all of them would take my load in their wombs at any time of the month, even the most fertile periods since breeding was the goal.

The hours went by slowly, and I actually had a boner as I thought about how many times a day I would be doing it. Would I stick to just a few girls, or try to dip into as many as possible? How many babies could one man sire? I wanted to jerk off, but there was no privacy in the crowded camp. I’d have to save it for the girls.

“The Orcs have brought their sorcerers to do evil things to us,” said one of the veteran soldiers. This was his third time in the front lines, which was a hell of a long time. Our mortality rates were running around 50%.

“I heard they’re trying to make a spell that will make us unable to sire children,” said another.

“Yep; when they finally get it together, they’ll cast their spell on the whole battlefield and we’ll all return with limp dicks,” said the veteran. “If they can’t outbreed us, they’ll make us impotent.”

I turned over and thought about the breeding camps some more. There were always various rumors circulating, but all that ever happened was a bloody battle where the Orcs hack us to pieces with axes and swords. It’s the stuff you can see that you have to worry about.

At some point late in the night I managed to doze off. It seemed that I had only just closed my eyes when the battle horns sounded and we were scrambling to put our cold armor on in the dim pre-dawn light.

Shit, this was a hell of a 16th birthday. Probably a third of us were my age, first timers. Most of us were scrawny and light, hardly a match for a 220 pound orc. We had better armor, and sharper weapons, but it was still a massacre.

We formed our practiced formations. I was only one row back from the very front line. I held my sword tightly, scared as hell as we waited for the Orcs to come. A low roar came from the distant treeline, growing in volume. It was them. Their mottled green bodies burst into the field, the steel of their weapons glinting. So many!

At that point, I was running on pure adrenaline, and I actually don’t remember anything from the point the Orcs broke from the treeline to the point our formation crumbled and I was fighting back to back with Allen with Orcs all around us. I remember how big and muscular they looked, and how wicked their barbed weapons were. But I don’t remember specifically fighting any single one of them. It happens in battle, your senses are absorbed in survival and the brain turns primal.

The next thing that happened was Allen fell back against me, and then went down. I didn’t last much longer after that, but I remember the blow to my head. I thought it was an axe cleaving my skull in half. Goodbye, cruel world!

But I woke up.

I was on my back on a makeshift table, tied down and stark naked. I was underground somewhere and there were Orcs standing around me. My sinewy 16 year old body looked ridiculously small and white compared to these giant green skinned beasts.

“Why am I here? Where am I?” I asked, but they didn’t speak my tongue and I didn’t speak theirs. Not that they had much interest in talking to me. They went about their conversation while I tested the strength of my bonds. Like I was going to break free, and fight these muscular brutes barehanded and naked. Right. But I tugged on my ropes anyway.

The Orcs suddenly went quiet, and began bowing down as a new one approached. Instead of the leather loincloths and armor plates the other Orcs wore, this Orc had long robes. He acknowledged their reverence with a slight wave of his hand and walked straight the far end of the table I was tied to, looking at me.

I felt incredibly small and weak under his scrutiny, and when he reached out towards my groin, I lost my head and started screaming. A heavy thump to my head quieted me down, and I gritted my teeth as the robed Orc lifted my balls and fondled them.

What the fuck was this? Oh, shit; this must be one of their sourcerers!

After rolling my balls around in their sack a little bit, he let them fall and reached back to pull some items off a nearby table. He handed a drinking up to one of the Orc soldiers, who lifted my head and put the cup to my lips. It had a real strong herbal odor.

No way! I turned my head to the side and clenched my lips shut. You can imagine what happened next. One of the other Orcs brought his fist down into my stomach hard, knocking the wind right out of me. As he got ready to do it again, I opened my mouth and drank the liquid from the cup.

Everything started getting really foggy, and I felt giddy and sleepy. I remember smiling and babbling something to the Orc nearest me, and I remember even smiling at the Orc sourcerer when he picked up a blade and started cutting into the skin of my nut sack. Whatever they had me drink, it had me in and out of consciousness and I know I was also hallucinating. I remember thinking I was in the breeding camp with beautiful women all around me in a kinky sex game that had me tied to a bed. I remember seeing the Orc witch doctor lifting a bloody, round egg-shaped object from between my legs and thinking “I hope that’s not my nut” with a giggle. I also remember a flash of light, and a lot of chanting, and me flying through the clouds like a bird.

I opened my eyes, and I was looking up at the puffy clouds in the blue sky. With a start, I sat up, and saw I was lying in the battle field with dead Orcs and dead humans all around. I had a wicked lump on the back of my head, but at least I wasn’t naked. I thought for a moment about what I had just gone through – or dreamt that I had gone through. Was any of that real? I reached down and felt my crotch, and breathed a sigh of relief at the two familiar orbs rolling around under the fabric.

There was a bugle call, and I stood up uneasily to join the muster. The battle had been bloody, but it looked like we had done better than usual with only 30% of us dead. Remarkably good! What was better, it was over and I had a very nice six months to look forward to. In fact, I already had a raging boner.

TO BE CONTINUED