Gamer Girl in the Orc King's Harem

by Cat Wilder

  "Got it," Angus shouted joyfully. "The portal is open. Let's get that treasure on the other side fast. Can you hold them a few more minutes, Carly?"

  "Yes, but hurry."

  The door was almost gone as my friends began hauling heavy, treasure-filled burlap bags to the portal and heaved them through. From the gasps, grunts, and heavy breathing, it was proving harder than they anticipated. I warned them the bags would be super heavy.

  "Oh hell," I muttered, as the door gave up the ghost and orcs fought each other to get through first. I called up fireballs in both hands, and start tearing them new flaming ass holes. "Burn, orcs! Burn!"

  The fireballs exploded into them, yet a few squeezed through between throws. I began backing toward the portal. A slant back made me smile. My friends were muscling the last bag through the portal. And then an orc was upon me and I had to pull up my sword and shield.

  "It's now or never!" I shouted.

  "We're done," Angus called. "Come on, Carly!"

  I tried to turn and run, planning to dive through, but a stupid orc grabbed my shield and yanked me away from the hole in the wall. And then more orcs swarmed around behind me, going for the portal. Angus shouted something, and my escaped vanished.

  "Dammit! Dammit! Dammit!" I screamed. "I'm going to kill you bastards for leaving me behind!"

  "I want her alive!" one of the orcs shouted. "We're going to torture you to death!"

  My blood ran cold. A quick death might result in me getting stuck in Taks' brothel for a while, but it was far better than being tortured to death and then respawning to be stuck in his brothel.

  "Do I have a vote?"

  Five orcs charged me. I levitated up, sword and shield vanishing so I could call up fireballs. I hovered above them, peppering the orcs with fireball after fireball. My mana was dropping fast, but I managed to kill more than half of them.

  "Oh shit," I cried, starting to drop to the floor. "My life sucks!"

  My levitating spell only lasted one minute. I tried to use it again, but I continued to slowly fall to the floor. An orc jumped up and grabbed my left ankle, and I was promptly jerked the rest of the way down. Another orc came at me with blood in his eyes, so I activated my Flash Inventory spell, and all my weapons and magical items immediately cached.

  "Uggh!" I cried when a fist from my right connected with my chin.

  Black and white starbursts exploded behind my eyes, and then blackness dragged me down.

  Chapter 10

  Pain. My head throbbed. Then the world shook and I felt dizzy, before a tiny pinprick of light appeared. That light called to me, and I moved toward it. And woke up.

  "Oh, man, I should never have woken up," I grumbled. "Oooh, my head."

  I woke up flat on my back, arms and legs spread wide and held in place. The orcs hadn't stripped me. Yet. But I'd been on enough campaigns with Artimus to know what went down during the pillage and plunder phase of a battle. Closing my eyes, I groaned and waited for the ordeal to begin.

  And then one of them slipped something cold and metallic under my neck, before bringing the two halves together and locking it snuggly around my neck. They put a collar on me? And then I felt the magic flowing into my body, so cold a groan escaped my lips.

  "That collar will kill the sorceress' magic," a gruff orcan voice said. "She's not going to escape. Get her up. The king will decide her fate."

  "Hey, be gentle," I cried when yanked to my feet. My aching head spun wildly and my legs felt rubbery. My arms were pulled back and bound tightly. "I'm a delicate flower of elvenkind. I bruise easily. Barbarians."

  "I'll be bruisin' ya," the one orc in silvery plate armor said, shaking his massive fist in my face. "You be good, or else."

  His fist looked bigger than my head. Objects may appear larger when your life is threatened. Then a lot of the orcs growled menacingly. I swallowed the lump in my throat.

  "Don't worry. My momma didn't raise no…um…" I said, trailing off. Thinking about it, I looked around at all of the hostile orcan faces. The collar even kept me from pulling up my HUD, so there was no way to access my spells or weapons. Yeah, I felt like a fool. "I'll be good."

  The smallest of my captors was a head taller, and probably five times my mass. A couple had two feet on me, and probably weighed three or four hundred pounds. The plate-armored orc was the biggest of them all, so probably their officer. Orcs only followed those bigger and stronger than them.

  To add insult on top of injury, the plate-clad orc attached a leash to my collar. And then led me away.

  "I'm not a dog!"

  "Shut up, elf," he snapped, giving the leash such a hard tug I fell to my knees. He dragged me back to my feet by the leash. The bastard almost choked me out. "If ya keep yapping, I'm gonna knock out ya teeth."

  "Noted," I said.

  For a second, I thought he was going to punch me just for affirming his command. Finally, he turned and headed up the stairwell. I trotted along behind him, forced to do a little jog to keep up. His legs were twice as long as mine.

  They led me up to the next level, but headed down a dark corridor. Most of the doors were open to reveal small stone cells. I was dragged into one, where my handler tied his end of the lead to a ring on the wall. The door was slammed shut and locked, plunging me into Stygian darkness. I spent a long time struggling with my bindings, but eventually fell asleep from exhaustion.

  I slept fitfully. I worried what they might do to me. Death wasn't that scary, but I'd respawn in the brothel and that might result in another long stint as a prostitute. Maybe even a beating for escaping. Scarier by far was the threat of torture or permanent imprisonment in that cell. What if I lived for fifty or sixty more years in that dreadful cell?

  Eventually, the door opened and a pair of orcs entered. One held a torch, while his companion untied the leash from the wall. I was pulled to my feet and led out.

  "Where are you taking me?"

  The torchbearer punched me between the shoulder blades. "No speaking, thief."

  I stumbled to one knee, and was rudely dragged back to my feet. So he hit me again. I managed to keep my feet after the second punch, but damn those orcs could hit hard. Once in the stairwell, we hooked up with more orc warriors who escorted us upward.

  We came out of the stairwell on the ground floor, and then took a corridor to the entrance chamber. The door was open, so I could see it was early morning by the light streaming in from the bailey. There was a larger, wider staircase there. The chamber was exquisitely done in marble, gold, and decorated with orcan battle banners. Everywhere I looked orcs were sleeping, playing dice, banging some human women, or pissing in the corner. Strangely, pissing against the wall disturbed me the most.

  I did notice the three human women getting banged all wore silver collars like mine. From that I determined at best I'd end up a slave, and would probably join them entertaining the troops before too long.

  Maybe I should've stayed in the brothel.

  We went up the stairs to the second level. That proved to be a vast chamber, with twenty foot ceilings. The floor was highly polished wood, and the walls were whitewashed. War banners of defeated foes hung from the rafters. There was a long red carpet running from the head of the stairs to the raised dais. The biggest, meanest looking orc I'd ever seen sat upon a bejeweled throne atop that dais.

  The courtiers lined the carpet, filling the room except for that narrow pathway. The vast majority were heavily armed and armored orc warriors. I assumed they were his generals and government officials. There were a fair number of humans, pigmen, and goblins, too. Some were warriors, but most wore robes or expensive shirts and trousers. A few looked to be mages of one sort or another.

  Upon the dais with the king, though, were nothing but drop-dead gorgeous women in very little clothing. Most of the women were elves, and blondes or redheads. There was a single brunette, but her hair was very light brown. Just my luck he wasn't into brunettes. At any rate, they wore more jewelry than clothes, were
mostly topless, and all of their necks were encircled with silver collars. The most beautiful of them all was a human redhead, kneeling by his throne. A golden chain attached her collar to the throne. My enchanted collar suppressed everything, so I couldn't check her out to see if she was a player or a harem girl mob.

  I was marched down that carpet and forced to kneel before the king. I looked him over more carefully. Raax was easily eight feet tall. He had to be at the very least four hundred pounds of muscle and attitude. All he wore were black trousers, boots, and black-dyed leather bracers. One eye was white, with a deep scar bisecting it from mid forehead to jawline. His yellowed tusks were capped with gold, and numerous earrings decorated his large, pointed ears. An eye black as night glowered down at me.

  "We don't suffer robbers lightly, elf," Raax said. His voice was deep and big, like the orc himself. He scared me so much that I got a little tingle down there. I know, I'm weird. I'm working on it. It didn't help when he looked me up and down with lusty eyes for a second. His ardor didn't last long, before his eyes narrowed. "Where are your thieving friends?"

  I shrugged. "I don't know. They didn't tell me where the other end of the portal was located."

  "Do not protect them, elf," Raax said, coming off the throne to stalk toward me with clenched fists. "They betrayed you. Your so-called friends left you behind to die horribly."

  "I just met them yesterday," I confessed. "So I wasn't really expecting a lot of loyalty."

  "Are you going to help us find them?"

  "I can't tell you what I don't know."

  Raax dismissed me with a disgusted wave, and returned to his throne. "Take her away. I wanted her impaled from the gatehouse battlements at dawn. Make sure it takes a long time for her to die" He caught and held my eyes. "That will show others what we do to robbers."

  Death by being impaled on a stake? That did not sound fast or pleasant. So I struggled to break free, but I was mostly hoping they would slay me for trying to escape. They didn't, but the king did watch me with appreciative eyes. And that gave me a thought.

  "That's why you are such a loser," I shouted as guards jerked me to my feet and started dragging me away. "Loser! Wimpy loser!"

  "Silence!" Raax roared, leaping to his feet. "I will crush your skull in my bare hands!"

  The guards stopped dragging me away. I yanked myself free of their hands, and glared at the king. Honestly, his black and white eyed glare was a lot scarier.

  "You lost a small fortune tonight, and now you are going to throw a perfectly good woman away," I said, standing tall and arching my back. I gave him a smoldering look. "I'm ten times better in bed than any of those stuck-up sluts."

  A few of the so-called "stuck-up sluts" cried out. I ignored them.

  King Raax looked me over more closely. "That's a bold statement, wench. My girls are all very talented. I trained them myself."

  "Has anyone in your harem achieved level 83 in sex? I am a level 83."

  His massive jaw dropped as his eyes locked on that spot above my head. His harem girls all glared daggers at me. Yeah, my natural talent for making girl-friends was showing through.

  "She's a renner, King Raax," one of the other orcs said. "That means when she dies she'll be reborn again."

  "That's right. If you kill me, I'll just pop back up and continue on my merry way," I said. For a second, I wondered if that might be better in the long run. Then I thought about the prospect of someone shoving a thick wooden stake up my poop-chute. "Or, you can keep me for my erotic skills in bed. Your choice, but at least by keeping me you get a little something back."

  "You could sell her," one of his harem girls said, sneering at me. She was a blonde elfmaid in yellow silk. "She'll sell for a couple of silver crowns."

  "Shut up, Miss Tiny Tits," I said. Then I turned back to the king. I caught and held his fierce eyes, wondering if I was making a terrible mistake. Putting as much sultry passion into that gaze, I bit my lip and did my best to entice him. "How about it, your majesty? Wanna take me for a test ride? You won't be disappointed, I promise."

  My eyes dropped to the swelling between his legs. My breath caught, while my eyes widened. Oh my god, I bet he's a lot bigger than a kobold!

  "Think about it," I purred. "You can impale me once upon a stake, from which I'll respawn far away and continue my life, or you can keep me and impale me all you want in a much more pleasant manner."

  He didn't answer right away. Raax looked me over a few times, before saying, "Release her."

  As soon as my arms were untied, I dropped to one knee and started untying my boots. Raax watched me remove my boots, and then strip completely. There was no lust in his eyes during this, just suppressed violence. My heart hammered. Was he toying with me? Was he going to execute me anyway?

  "Your majesty, I am yours," I said solemnly as I knelt before the king. "Your every desire is my command."

  The orcs around me stirred. Unlike the king, they all looked highly aroused. The prospect of being thrown to his troops occurred to me. Yeah, that would put an end to me, too. I'd rather be impaled on a stake.

  "Crawl to me, slave."

  Erotic heat washed through me in a flash. My belly filled with butterflies, and my sex started tingling. I could feel the juices flowing, preparing for the inevitable. I took a deep, steadying breath, body trembling, and slowly rolled to all fours. And then I slowly, sensuously crawled up the five steps. It was another ten feet to the throne, which I crawled as sexily as possible. My butt swung side-to-side, while my boobs jostled and jiggled, and I sucked on my lip. His boner got bigger and bigger as I drew close.

  He didn't say anything as I gently pushed his knees apart and moved in between them. After a sultry look up into his eyes, I untied the lacings that kept his erection at bay. The room was quiet except for a lot of heavy breathing. I noticed even the king's harem girls were watching with bated breath.

  "Oh my, you're a big boy," I whispered when his ginormous cock sprang out, free at last.

  I wrapped a hand around his thick shaft, stroking him to rock hardness while I held his eyes in a sizzling gaze. Then I rolled my tongue around the bulbous head, making him jump and gasp. I felt I had him then, so went down on the orc king.

  Before he was too far gone, and forced me to finish what I'd started, I stood up and straddled his lap. Guiding his erection to my entrance, I lowered myself upon him. That was the biggest, longest, thickest cock I'd ever seen or fucked. I groaned loudly when just the head penetrating stretched me out beyond anything I'd ever experienced.

  Raax grabbed my shoulders, and pushed down. Impaling me properly upon his massiveness.

  "Uggh!" I cried. I grabbed hold of his shoulders to steady myself. "Ooooh."

  The harem girls all giggled. Yeah, they knew what I was feeling. I'd never felt so distressed, yet excited at the same time. When the pain subsided a little, I began to bounce. Slowly but surely, I worked my way down his shaft.

  "Yes!" I cried, bouncing faster. "You're the best!"

  My back bowed, and I leaned back as I continued to bounce up and down. The big orc buried his face in my tits, hands and face taking their pleasure. It felt amazing, and then that surge to climax hit me. I cried out, squeezing my vagina are hard as I could to intensified the pleasure. King Raax grunted, filling me with his seed. And then insane pleasure erupted deep within.

  I knew I'd made the right choice.

  Chapter 11

  "I was my last master's favorite," I whispered into King Raax's ear.

  The fact my last relationship was "master-apprentice" and not "master-slave" didn't seem important enough to mention, especially since I was Artimus' favorite due to my Skill in sex. I also disregarded Taks since we had more of a "professional" relationship.

  "I can believe it," he said. Raax promptly dumped me on my butt. "Take her away. I want her cleaned up and ready to serve the High Table at dinner."

  I looked out over the assembled minions, expecting a harem master to come get me. Inst
ead, the other harem girls yanked me to my feet and grabbed my arms. One of the blonde elfmaids showed me her ruby-encrusted dagger as a threat. Since she was wearing blood red, I took her threat a little more seriously. Even her jewelry was mostly rubies.

  He lets his harem girls carry daggers? I thought. Is the king suicidal?

  So five elven harem girls escorted me out of the throne room, with a detail of ten orc guards following. They took me straight to the harem, which was on the ground level in back. They released my arms as soon as the guards closed the doors.

  There were no men of any sentient race in there.

  "Nice place you have here," I said.

  The marble floor was covered with multi-colored rugs, with murals of beautiful harem girls reclining by forest pools or frolicking with cute little animals. Was that their idea of paradise? Not mine. Everything seemed to be gold-plated. There wasn't any real furniture, but satin and silk pillows of all sizes were everywhere. And there was a small walled garden, complete with gurgling fountain.

  "Don't even think about it," the lead harem girl said when she caught me studying the ten-foot walls. "The walls are enchanted with a very nasty spell. One touch and you'll experience pain and suffering so horrible you'll wish you were dead for a week."

  I nodded understanding, but at the same time tried to pull up my HUD. Nothing. So frustrating. That damned collar kept me from my magic and inventory. So my first objective was to remove the collar. I tapped it, getting their leader's attention.

  "What does this collar do?" I asked. Hey, maybe they were all NPCs without magic, so didn't realize the collars were enchanted. "Does it make me obedient or something?"

  "It proclaims you the property of King Raax," she said. "Only his slaves wear the silver collar. If you see a slave with any other kind of collar, he or she belongs to a different master."

  That was awesome. They probably didn't know I was a mage. King Raax saw my "wench of easy virtue" tag, but the orcs that captured me would report my use of magic. Fooling him into removing the collar was out of the question. Despite my little setback, I was still playing the game.