Ravage grinned in glee, the Tusks letting her into the tribe to distribute new, fun things to smoke and sniff on was a start but she had always heard legend of the terrifying monstrocity Vorg always bragged about, the Gruula.
Now it was time to put her lazy plans into clever action, even if people blamed her all they could do at best is point fingers at each other, and even if they didnt catch her, she got away with a grin one way or another.
She looked at the slightly spiked Tusk'gor guard on duty today, clearly on some kind of drowzy narcotic.
"Special food for t'Gruula today, im feelin' generous."
"Wuts in dat, dat dun luk guud." The Tusk said with a cautious tone, though he was only half aware of what he was doing.
"Only somethin special t'give t'old girl a reward for 'er loyalty to t'tribe..." she joked it and the orc got it, grinning and laughing rowdily, and dumbly.
Dumb, she grinned to herself, everyone was so dumb.
He shoved her in with the beast and for a moment there was only a thin tremor of hesitation, but she knew how to handle animals well and she paused... before throwing the package close enough to it, then left almost immediatley before it could lash at her.
However, she grinned to herself and idly loosened the pry bar, juuust a tint too high so that it would be broken loose. Once the beast was free, all hell would break out in Undersigil.
And yet, not a single bit of it would be traced back to her, and even if it was...
...Well, accidents happen, and she had every excuse to get out of it one way or another.
Playful was her farewell to the dumb smiling guard, before he went to sleep with a loud snore.
She chuckled... she couldnt wait to tell Kail.
Starting a Wildfire with the Tusks
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Serious Warning of Sexual Wrongness and Violence. Do not read if easily offended or disturbed. Guulra is so wrong on so many levels its something that cannot be unimagined and will haunt you for the rest of your life.
As Vorgazar returned to the abbertoire later that evening in the Hive Ward where the Iron Tusk reside in Sigil something was rather... quiet about the place.
The front door was slightly ajar and there was no guard. There was also no archer upon the rooftop to watch over the slags. The Warchief hesitated for a moment knowing something was very wrong.
*Clang!*
The sound of his greataxe hitting the floor as he drew it from his back rung through the streets. Hunched and staring at the building with his one red eye he edged forwards ever so slowly and eased the door open with his free hand.
Inside was dark and quiet also.... not a sound could be heard.
The door would not open fully for something was on the other side. Vorgazar put his shoulder into it and got the door open and peered around to find an orc lying face down on the floor, it's finger nails left stuck into the wood half way up the inside of the door and below, the poor creatures posterior seemed torn apart. A messy hole of gore where once it's behind had been located.
The Warchief swallowed hard and moved in slowly and cautiously.
Dead orcs lay everywhere, orcs with their heads torn off, orcs with limbs removed and others with limbs inserted.
One orc was even tied naked over a barrel, again it's posterior ravaged and torn apart in a bloody mess.
There was a creek and some movement below the floor boards and the Warchief peered down at the cracks by his feet. Below were dozens of pairs of eyes looking up at him. The children had escaped at least, done what they were shown to do if something happened. To climb through a small hole made for them in one of the walls and get under the floor.
The chief nodded and patted the floor letting them know it would be alright.
He edged in further to another room where meat hung from hooks hung on railings. A cold light and metal walls created a sense of sterility whilst on the floor most of the meat lay in a pile. Whole carcasses appeared to have been chewed in half by something big.
As he stepped in he heard a voice from beneath the floor boards in the first room. An orc child wimpered the word Vorg dreaded the most.
"G...g.g.g...g..guulra."
The Warchief's back straighted and he went rigid as fright or flight kicked in. He readied himself knowing if he lost to what was coming, his fate if not immediate death was worse than death and then death as the cherry on the top of the whole diabolical experience.
He cracked his neck calmly and circled his shoulders with his eye closed and edged on through the metal room into a further back room that held a hatch down into an undersigil basement.
The hatch was half open with the upper half of an orc sticking out of it, the expression on the creatures face agog with terror and pain. Vorgazar opened the hatch and pulled the orc up, what was left of him anyway and tossed the upper torso aside leaving the trails of intestines that were attached strewn across the floor.
The Warchief looked down with dread before taking the leap below and jumping back up tall and ready to swing as he landed. A smashed and shattered ladder lay on the floor leaving not much of a retreat unless Vorgazar piled a load of the dead bodies down here up, so he could climb back out.
There was no time for that, he could not drop his guard.
The Warchief edged on through the dirty stone corridor until he reached a large black granite hall that in the centre of which stood a gaint metal cube formed of riveted plates and reinforcement girders.
Huge ogrillion guards lay dead all around, they were female usually the guulra was calm and sentient around females and so these were the orcs selected to guard her. The biggest strongest women of the tribe, some almost qualifying as guulra themselves but the Iron Tusk Guulra was a Guulra so immense, such a specimen of female over masculinisation, that she was believed to be a product of recombinant and reccessive Hezrou blood manifestation caused by interbreeding between the strongest and most inbred of the strongest orcs and orc-bloods on Nishrek.
Vorgazar edged his way to the cube and reached up across the great steel plates of the front side. The latch bars were removed and the door was not locked. All Was silent. Nothing moved. The Warchief was hoping and even almost sure the Guulra was not present anymore, perhaps escaped into Sigil or even flayed by the Lady of Pain by now.
Large knuckle marks covered the metal sheeting that was the door face of the cube. One small slit was the only window for the whole prison and it's edges were clawed and riped inwards from the Guulra's effort to tear the iron sheeting that made her cage.
The door opened as the Warchief tugged it. Drawing back slowly it screached like a banshee wail, echoing in the greatness of the hall.
Inside was darkness. Darkness and bodies, half eaten and ravaged corpse remains from those who had been thrown to the Guulra over the years. A dark coating of dried faeces tacked the floor where bones did not cover it. It was inhuman that anything be kept as the Guulra was but these were not humans that kept her. These were orcs.
Vorgazar sighed with relief to find she was not there. His shoulders sagged and relaxed as he exhaled a plume of steam from his snout.
He was not sure he could have even handled the Guulra alone but with the rest of the tribe dead he didn't have much else of a choice.
He turned to leave but came face to face with the gawping stare of an orc.
Vorgazar lurched back looking at the orcs eyes, withdrawn and grey, lifeless and it's face almost blue. And then he realised as he looked up into the dark that the orc was impaled from behind on something. Something that ended at the back of the orcs throat, visible through it's gaping mouth.
A giant muscular hand clasped the limp body of the orc and the Guulra dragged it off of it's falic appendage like it was dragging a body from a stake and dropped the dead orc to the floor. Vorgazar stared ahead seeing the top of a pair of humongous hulking green and hairy thighs between which the most fetid and dreadlocked hairy woman parts he had ever seen were crowned by a tree trunk falic growth, born of unnatural amounts of male hormones and demon blood pumping through a giant female orc body.
His eye rose up seeing a large bulbous belly, round and distended yet bearing defined and sizable musculature and huge dangling green breasts with crowns of curly hair around the disturbingly long and floppy nipples of the beast.
Arms greater than those of an ogre mage tensed and rippled with visible veins and the head.... by gruumsh the head! The Guulra's hideous and deformed face stared down at him with piercing orange eyes. All warty chin and forehead with very little room for it's eyes and snotty snout in the middle. The guulra was balding with long greasy lank hair where it did have hair.
It's maw opened and from within it let out a cry that sounded as if it had come from all nine of the hells and the deepest layers of the abyss all at once.
Vorgazar went limp with resignation as the Guulra struck out and launched him back inside the cube prison. He hit the back wall before he could even register the pain of the blow. A Warchief shaped indent was left in the steel, that as he droped out from, his vision blurred and he began to pass out.
He came around a second later to feel the Guulra's hands gripping his legs and pulling him along the floor.
"OOOOH DA!" It said as it dragged him outside again. His head spinning from the impact. So dizzy he was he missed the chance to grab his axe as he slid past it.
"MANZ!" The Guulra said as she turned and began trying to prod into him with her falice. Her hand held around Vorgazar's whole upper body and the other stroking and covering the back of his head whilst she slobbered over him. He felt something ramming into the armour around the lower half of his body. Perverted grunts and groans and bellows of rage came from the Guulra as she got angry at not being able to penetrate his armour.
Vorgazar began to find clarity and struck out at her face several times to no effect and then he grabbed firm with both hands around her tusks.
He twisted his body and flicked his right leg around her giant wrist then booted out with his left leg into her face repeatedly and then into her bicep trying to weaken her arm.
The Guulra reacted by just tightening her grip and Vorg heard groaning metal as his breastplate became tighter restricted his lungs.
"Fookin *cough* bitch!" He managed to get out as she pulled his body closer and cupped his head in her other hand before licking all over his face and kissing his bald head with her disgusting oversized snot drenched lips.
"Pretty luvz manz! Pretty luvz youz!" She said and slurped all over him more. The Guulra suddenly hugged him tight between her bosoms and squeezed the choking Warchief whilst rocking from side to side in a daydream. Her long sweaty hair flapping from side to side across her monsterous and sweaty back and huge shoulders.
"YOUZ GIVE PRETTY BABY YUSS!" She bellowed and then suddenly started to smash the Warchief repeatedly into the floor with him clasped in one hand, like he were some rag doll.
"GIVE PRETTY BABY!!! GIVE PRETTY BABAY NOWZ!!!"
All Vorgazar could manage between blows into the floor was.
"Fu..."
"OOOO..."
"OOOOO..."
"CK.K.K.K!!"
There wasn't time to think, prey to Gruumsh, soil himself or any of the usual options of a body facing immenent destruction.
He didn't even have time to consider if there even was a way out of this.
Someone had really fucked him up this time.
[Stay braced for part 2 tommorrow. I got to think how he can get out of this, could this be the end for Vorgazar? You'll have to wait and see!]
As Vorgazar returned to the abbertoire later that evening in the Hive Ward where the Iron Tusk reside in Sigil something was rather... quiet about the place.
The front door was slightly ajar and there was no guard. There was also no archer upon the rooftop to watch over the slags. The Warchief hesitated for a moment knowing something was very wrong.
*Clang!*
The sound of his greataxe hitting the floor as he drew it from his back rung through the streets. Hunched and staring at the building with his one red eye he edged forwards ever so slowly and eased the door open with his free hand.
Inside was dark and quiet also.... not a sound could be heard.
The door would not open fully for something was on the other side. Vorgazar put his shoulder into it and got the door open and peered around to find an orc lying face down on the floor, it's finger nails left stuck into the wood half way up the inside of the door and below, the poor creatures posterior seemed torn apart. A messy hole of gore where once it's behind had been located.
The Warchief swallowed hard and moved in slowly and cautiously.
Dead orcs lay everywhere, orcs with their heads torn off, orcs with limbs removed and others with limbs inserted.
One orc was even tied naked over a barrel, again it's posterior ravaged and torn apart in a bloody mess.
There was a creek and some movement below the floor boards and the Warchief peered down at the cracks by his feet. Below were dozens of pairs of eyes looking up at him. The children had escaped at least, done what they were shown to do if something happened. To climb through a small hole made for them in one of the walls and get under the floor.
The chief nodded and patted the floor letting them know it would be alright.
He edged in further to another room where meat hung from hooks hung on railings. A cold light and metal walls created a sense of sterility whilst on the floor most of the meat lay in a pile. Whole carcasses appeared to have been chewed in half by something big.
As he stepped in he heard a voice from beneath the floor boards in the first room. An orc child wimpered the word Vorg dreaded the most.
"G...g.g.g...g..guulra."
The Warchief's back straighted and he went rigid as fright or flight kicked in. He readied himself knowing if he lost to what was coming, his fate if not immediate death was worse than death and then death as the cherry on the top of the whole diabolical experience.
He cracked his neck calmly and circled his shoulders with his eye closed and edged on through the metal room into a further back room that held a hatch down into an undersigil basement.
The hatch was half open with the upper half of an orc sticking out of it, the expression on the creatures face agog with terror and pain. Vorgazar opened the hatch and pulled the orc up, what was left of him anyway and tossed the upper torso aside leaving the trails of intestines that were attached strewn across the floor.
The Warchief looked down with dread before taking the leap below and jumping back up tall and ready to swing as he landed. A smashed and shattered ladder lay on the floor leaving not much of a retreat unless Vorgazar piled a load of the dead bodies down here up, so he could climb back out.
There was no time for that, he could not drop his guard.
The Warchief edged on through the dirty stone corridor until he reached a large black granite hall that in the centre of which stood a gaint metal cube formed of riveted plates and reinforcement girders.
Huge ogrillion guards lay dead all around, they were female usually the guulra was calm and sentient around females and so these were the orcs selected to guard her. The biggest strongest women of the tribe, some almost qualifying as guulra themselves but the Iron Tusk Guulra was a Guulra so immense, such a specimen of female over masculinisation, that she was believed to be a product of recombinant and reccessive Hezrou blood manifestation caused by interbreeding between the strongest and most inbred of the strongest orcs and orc-bloods on Nishrek.
Vorgazar edged his way to the cube and reached up across the great steel plates of the front side. The latch bars were removed and the door was not locked. All Was silent. Nothing moved. The Warchief was hoping and even almost sure the Guulra was not present anymore, perhaps escaped into Sigil or even flayed by the Lady of Pain by now.
Large knuckle marks covered the metal sheeting that was the door face of the cube. One small slit was the only window for the whole prison and it's edges were clawed and riped inwards from the Guulra's effort to tear the iron sheeting that made her cage.
The door opened as the Warchief tugged it. Drawing back slowly it screached like a banshee wail, echoing in the greatness of the hall.
Inside was darkness. Darkness and bodies, half eaten and ravaged corpse remains from those who had been thrown to the Guulra over the years. A dark coating of dried faeces tacked the floor where bones did not cover it. It was inhuman that anything be kept as the Guulra was but these were not humans that kept her. These were orcs.
Vorgazar sighed with relief to find she was not there. His shoulders sagged and relaxed as he exhaled a plume of steam from his snout.
He was not sure he could have even handled the Guulra alone but with the rest of the tribe dead he didn't have much else of a choice.
He turned to leave but came face to face with the gawping stare of an orc.
Vorgazar lurched back looking at the orcs eyes, withdrawn and grey, lifeless and it's face almost blue. And then he realised as he looked up into the dark that the orc was impaled from behind on something. Something that ended at the back of the orcs throat, visible through it's gaping mouth.
A giant muscular hand clasped the limp body of the orc and the Guulra dragged it off of it's falic appendage like it was dragging a body from a stake and dropped the dead orc to the floor. Vorgazar stared ahead seeing the top of a pair of humongous hulking green and hairy thighs between which the most fetid and dreadlocked hairy woman parts he had ever seen were crowned by a tree trunk falic growth, born of unnatural amounts of male hormones and demon blood pumping through a giant female orc body.
His eye rose up seeing a large bulbous belly, round and distended yet bearing defined and sizable musculature and huge dangling green breasts with crowns of curly hair around the disturbingly long and floppy nipples of the beast.
Arms greater than those of an ogre mage tensed and rippled with visible veins and the head.... by gruumsh the head! The Guulra's hideous and deformed face stared down at him with piercing orange eyes. All warty chin and forehead with very little room for it's eyes and snotty snout in the middle. The guulra was balding with long greasy lank hair where it did have hair.
It's maw opened and from within it let out a cry that sounded as if it had come from all nine of the hells and the deepest layers of the abyss all at once.
Vorgazar went limp with resignation as the Guulra struck out and launched him back inside the cube prison. He hit the back wall before he could even register the pain of the blow. A Warchief shaped indent was left in the steel, that as he droped out from, his vision blurred and he began to pass out.
He came around a second later to feel the Guulra's hands gripping his legs and pulling him along the floor.
"OOOOH DA!" It said as it dragged him outside again. His head spinning from the impact. So dizzy he was he missed the chance to grab his axe as he slid past it.
"MANZ!" The Guulra said as she turned and began trying to prod into him with her falice. Her hand held around Vorgazar's whole upper body and the other stroking and covering the back of his head whilst she slobbered over him. He felt something ramming into the armour around the lower half of his body. Perverted grunts and groans and bellows of rage came from the Guulra as she got angry at not being able to penetrate his armour.
Vorgazar began to find clarity and struck out at her face several times to no effect and then he grabbed firm with both hands around her tusks.
He twisted his body and flicked his right leg around her giant wrist then booted out with his left leg into her face repeatedly and then into her bicep trying to weaken her arm.
The Guulra reacted by just tightening her grip and Vorg heard groaning metal as his breastplate became tighter restricted his lungs.
"Fookin *cough* bitch!" He managed to get out as she pulled his body closer and cupped his head in her other hand before licking all over his face and kissing his bald head with her disgusting oversized snot drenched lips.
"Pretty luvz manz! Pretty luvz youz!" She said and slurped all over him more. The Guulra suddenly hugged him tight between her bosoms and squeezed the choking Warchief whilst rocking from side to side in a daydream. Her long sweaty hair flapping from side to side across her monsterous and sweaty back and huge shoulders.
"YOUZ GIVE PRETTY BABY YUSS!" She bellowed and then suddenly started to smash the Warchief repeatedly into the floor with him clasped in one hand, like he were some rag doll.
"GIVE PRETTY BABY!!! GIVE PRETTY BABAY NOWZ!!!"
All Vorgazar could manage between blows into the floor was.
"Fu..."
"OOOO..."
"OOOOO..."
"CK.K.K.K!!"
There wasn't time to think, prey to Gruumsh, soil himself or any of the usual options of a body facing immenent destruction.
He didn't even have time to consider if there even was a way out of this.
Someone had really fucked him up this time.
[Stay braced for part 2 tommorrow. I got to think how he can get out of this, could this be the end for Vorgazar? You'll have to wait and see!]
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Luckily for Vorgazar he was well used to not being able to have a thought process and he had been in situations such as this a great many times on a great many planes fighting a great many opponents with superior strength in moments where they had the initiative.
He had set himself up to function in such moments out of reflex, with a set of actions that could get his footing back and give him time to start the fight fairly.
The WarchiefÂ’s hands flicked upwards and around the back of his head where he reached in under the chainmail collar of his armour and quickly circled his fingers around a tattoo.
At the moment the Guulra would have thumped him into the ground the broken orc body exploded with light as a cocoon of energy surrounded him.
The Guulra looked at her empty hands in dismay and down at the glowing cocoon on the floor by her feet.
In fury she stamped on it repeatedly but the cocoon held strong, as inside itÂ’s energies fixed the WarchiefÂ’s beaten body.
Vorgazar looked around at the fibres of light around him and quickly set to using various braclets and articles he possessed. An arm band set off a heal spell restoring him further and then he used a small mace in his belt to set off a prominition and a haste effect on him. Lastly as the cocoon began to fade a number of mneumur scrolls wrapped the Warchief in a cloud of chaotic and black energies.
A chuckle could be heard as Vorgazar jumped up and bolted away from the Guulra. She followed in hot persuit but he was moving fast. He ran back towards the iron cage and grabbed up his axe before kicking the door as wide open as possible.
He began to back into the box fingering a ring in his palm.
“Hey Pretty! Youz want baby?” He shouted to her as he backed into the darkness of the great cubic cage.
The Guulra straighted and stood up tall, her head almost touching the high ceiling of the hall, her appendage hardening, ready for what she would do to the little orc man.
“PRETTY IS MAKE YOUZ MAKE A BABAY!!!!” She screamed and charged forwards diving into the cube.
Vorgazar frantically tried to thrust the ring on his finger. She moved faster than he could imagine and it still caught him a little off guard. He dived aside ready to be out of her reach as the invisibility of the ring kicked in but somehow he fumbled and the thumping footsteps of the Guulra coming into the cube sent him falling and bouncing on his belly.
The Warchief landed on his front and watched the ring disappear into a pile of bones.
“FOOKIN FOOK FOOKER RING!!!” He creamed in rage as the beast landed on top of him. Something rammed up the back of him and slid under his breast plate from behind and rammed up past his back to the neck of his armour. The Guulra had found a niche in his armour and got herself in, luckily it was not inside of him but the pressure created inside the armour mean’t that it might have well had been.
His orcish features contorted in a disturbed expression as the giant creature humped and boshnagzed at him violently from behind. There were juices everywhere inside his armour and all over him. Such vileness he would probably never be able to tell to another soul in his life for the mockery that would be made of him.
Vorgazar took the moment to concentrate as the Guulra pleasured herself between him and his armour. He thought of an event earlier that day where a pixie had turned into an umberhulk whilst he had held the poor thing in his mouth. His head had nearly been blown apart, infact his jaw had been ripped asunder from the shapeshifting act. Just like the Shaman and the Fish tale of old.
“PRETTY MAKES BABAY IN YOUZ! HA HA HA!!” Bellowed the Guulra in a deep and thundering voice that echoed harshly inside the iron cube and then she began to groan with a deep guttural roar as she found her climax between the muscle of Vorgazar’s back and his armour.
Vorgazar calmly through the shunting pinched his fingers over another ring he was already wearing. This one a ring heÂ’d been given by Vorgazelle many moons ago. He reached down to his belt and checked a totum from the brux was still in place.
“Okayz fooker… FOOK DIS!”
An eruption of shadows followed and the Guulra found herself face down on the floor humping at the trash that littered her cage. Behind her stood a tall dark shadow of a creature known as a nightwalker. It howled in a way only an undead could and reached around to the pull the cage door shut with them both inside.
The Guulra turned over now even more frustrated. Her eyes glowed yellow in the dark looking back at the pale ghost lights in the eye sockets of the night walker.
Vorgazar stepped around the edge of the cube until he was opposite where he had dropped the invisibility ring.
He waited patiently for the Guulra to make a move and with a drug fuelled rage she leaped up and charged him screaming in orcish. Huge breasts bounced all over the place and a wonkey gait made her hair swing around moronically as she lumbered headfirst towards him. The nightwalker unformed and returned to being Vorg at which point he dived downwards between her legs flying through as she slammed face first into the wall behind him.
“BWAAARRGGH!” She screamed as she fell back holding her face. The Warchief had already scrambled to the invisibility ring and rammed it onto his finger. As the Guulra turned and charged him again the orc vanished with a cheeky wave of his hand.
A moment later from the darkness a shamanic blessing went off and a small bat flew circles of the cube before shooting out through the vision slit in the door. On the other side the bat flew out and returned to VorgazarÂ’s heavy form dropping to the ground and rolling before grabbing up the latching bar of the cube. He heaved it quickly above his head and lept back towards the cage throwing it down like a bolt through the interlocking slider rings where the cage and its door met.
*CLANG!* The end of the heavy bolt hitting the floor hundered through the hall and the Guulra was locked inside once more.
The WarchiefÂ’s legs buckled and he collapsed in exhaustion.
He lay on the floor incapacitated from his efforts listening to the Guulra smashing at the iron door. It was a good noise, a familiar noise. One he had trouble sleeping at night without.
Upstairs a contingent of Tus’Kors entered the building, returned from Arborea. Vorgazar listened to their shouts of “WHUT DA FOOK!” and other such expressions of disbelief as they began to explore the abbertoire.
He had set himself up to function in such moments out of reflex, with a set of actions that could get his footing back and give him time to start the fight fairly.
The WarchiefÂ’s hands flicked upwards and around the back of his head where he reached in under the chainmail collar of his armour and quickly circled his fingers around a tattoo.
At the moment the Guulra would have thumped him into the ground the broken orc body exploded with light as a cocoon of energy surrounded him.
The Guulra looked at her empty hands in dismay and down at the glowing cocoon on the floor by her feet.
In fury she stamped on it repeatedly but the cocoon held strong, as inside itÂ’s energies fixed the WarchiefÂ’s beaten body.
Vorgazar looked around at the fibres of light around him and quickly set to using various braclets and articles he possessed. An arm band set off a heal spell restoring him further and then he used a small mace in his belt to set off a prominition and a haste effect on him. Lastly as the cocoon began to fade a number of mneumur scrolls wrapped the Warchief in a cloud of chaotic and black energies.
A chuckle could be heard as Vorgazar jumped up and bolted away from the Guulra. She followed in hot persuit but he was moving fast. He ran back towards the iron cage and grabbed up his axe before kicking the door as wide open as possible.
He began to back into the box fingering a ring in his palm.
“Hey Pretty! Youz want baby?” He shouted to her as he backed into the darkness of the great cubic cage.
The Guulra straighted and stood up tall, her head almost touching the high ceiling of the hall, her appendage hardening, ready for what she would do to the little orc man.
“PRETTY IS MAKE YOUZ MAKE A BABAY!!!!” She screamed and charged forwards diving into the cube.
Vorgazar frantically tried to thrust the ring on his finger. She moved faster than he could imagine and it still caught him a little off guard. He dived aside ready to be out of her reach as the invisibility of the ring kicked in but somehow he fumbled and the thumping footsteps of the Guulra coming into the cube sent him falling and bouncing on his belly.
The Warchief landed on his front and watched the ring disappear into a pile of bones.
“FOOKIN FOOK FOOKER RING!!!” He creamed in rage as the beast landed on top of him. Something rammed up the back of him and slid under his breast plate from behind and rammed up past his back to the neck of his armour. The Guulra had found a niche in his armour and got herself in, luckily it was not inside of him but the pressure created inside the armour mean’t that it might have well had been.
His orcish features contorted in a disturbed expression as the giant creature humped and boshnagzed at him violently from behind. There were juices everywhere inside his armour and all over him. Such vileness he would probably never be able to tell to another soul in his life for the mockery that would be made of him.
Vorgazar took the moment to concentrate as the Guulra pleasured herself between him and his armour. He thought of an event earlier that day where a pixie had turned into an umberhulk whilst he had held the poor thing in his mouth. His head had nearly been blown apart, infact his jaw had been ripped asunder from the shapeshifting act. Just like the Shaman and the Fish tale of old.
“PRETTY MAKES BABAY IN YOUZ! HA HA HA!!” Bellowed the Guulra in a deep and thundering voice that echoed harshly inside the iron cube and then she began to groan with a deep guttural roar as she found her climax between the muscle of Vorgazar’s back and his armour.
Vorgazar calmly through the shunting pinched his fingers over another ring he was already wearing. This one a ring heÂ’d been given by Vorgazelle many moons ago. He reached down to his belt and checked a totum from the brux was still in place.
“Okayz fooker… FOOK DIS!”
An eruption of shadows followed and the Guulra found herself face down on the floor humping at the trash that littered her cage. Behind her stood a tall dark shadow of a creature known as a nightwalker. It howled in a way only an undead could and reached around to the pull the cage door shut with them both inside.
The Guulra turned over now even more frustrated. Her eyes glowed yellow in the dark looking back at the pale ghost lights in the eye sockets of the night walker.
Vorgazar stepped around the edge of the cube until he was opposite where he had dropped the invisibility ring.
He waited patiently for the Guulra to make a move and with a drug fuelled rage she leaped up and charged him screaming in orcish. Huge breasts bounced all over the place and a wonkey gait made her hair swing around moronically as she lumbered headfirst towards him. The nightwalker unformed and returned to being Vorg at which point he dived downwards between her legs flying through as she slammed face first into the wall behind him.
“BWAAARRGGH!” She screamed as she fell back holding her face. The Warchief had already scrambled to the invisibility ring and rammed it onto his finger. As the Guulra turned and charged him again the orc vanished with a cheeky wave of his hand.
A moment later from the darkness a shamanic blessing went off and a small bat flew circles of the cube before shooting out through the vision slit in the door. On the other side the bat flew out and returned to VorgazarÂ’s heavy form dropping to the ground and rolling before grabbing up the latching bar of the cube. He heaved it quickly above his head and lept back towards the cage throwing it down like a bolt through the interlocking slider rings where the cage and its door met.
*CLANG!* The end of the heavy bolt hitting the floor hundered through the hall and the Guulra was locked inside once more.
The WarchiefÂ’s legs buckled and he collapsed in exhaustion.
He lay on the floor incapacitated from his efforts listening to the Guulra smashing at the iron door. It was a good noise, a familiar noise. One he had trouble sleeping at night without.
Upstairs a contingent of Tus’Kors entered the building, returned from Arborea. Vorgazar listened to their shouts of “WHUT DA FOOK!” and other such expressions of disbelief as they began to explore the abbertoire.