6 - Chapter 4: Female Orc Pack
The female orc who seems to be the pack leader is the first to reach out to me.
A green hand slips inside my top. It fumbles around under my gym jersey for a moment before realizing I have another shirt underneath, then slides all the way inside.
Our bare skin touches. The hand, which started by caressing my stomach, gradually creeps upward.
As her fingers brush against my nipple, my body flinches reflexively, completely against my will.
Feeling my reaction through her fingertips, the pack leader smirks.
Suddenly, she yanks her hand out of my shirt, grabs my chin to hold me in place, and leans in close.
She rubs her face against the nape of my neck, sniffing me. Every deep breath she takes tickles my ear and neck.
Suppressing the goosebumps breaking out over my skin, I stealthily reach for the switchblade in my pocket and flick the blade open.
While she's distracted sniffing me, I seize the moment and lunge, driving the switchblade toward her flank.
"...!"
Of course, the surprise attack fails.
Her free hand easily snatches the wrist holding the switchblade. The tip of the blade stops barely inches from her flank.
"Tsk..."
Having effortlessly thwarted my attack, she clicks her tongue and pulls her face away from my neck, looking straight into my eyes.
Her expression clearly demands, What the hell do you think you're doing?
At the same time, she squeezes my wrist with crushing force. The agonizing pain makes me helplessly drop the switchblade to the floor.
"Dam...mit..."
The moment the knife hits the ground, the leader slaps me across the face with all her strength.
Crack! A deafening impact.
My ears ring instantly.
My vision momentarily goes black.
The salty taste of blood fills my mouth and nose.
My upper body, which had been propped against the wall, collapses onto the floor.
"Gasp... ugh..."
I can faintly see blood dripping from my nose onto the floor.
I already knew the gap existed, but actually experiencing the sheer difference in physical strength between an orc and a human makes my body tremble. My breath grows shallow before I even realize it.
While I'm still trying to clear my head, the leader picks up my dropped switchblade.
Comparing it to her own crude dagger, the other orcs crowd around, marveling at its craftsmanship.
Clearly liking the weapon, the leader pockets it, grabs me by the hair, and begins to toy with me, tracing the tip of her own blade along my skin as if she might plunge it in at any second.
Every time she presses the tip into my skin, I reflexively shrink back in terror. And every time I do, the female orcs cackle with laughter.
After playing this game a few more times, the leader pulls the blade away and hauls me to my feet.
Staggering up to ease the painful tug on my hair, I'm shoved forward into a wide, open space.
Then, she tosses something at my feet. It's the multi-purpose hand axe from my bag.
"...."
With no other choice, I pick it up.
Immediately, the female orcs form a circle around me.
Ha. Fuck.
Are they telling me to fight back?
Because it'll make for better entertainment?
Fine. I'll play along with their little game. It's better than just dying, anyway.
"Phew..."
I steady my breathing, forcing my dizzy head to clear, and drop into a combat stance.
It's a blow to my pride that they're facing me bare-handed even after giving me an axe, but I don't have the luxury of being picky.
A D-rank hunter hopeful only stands a chance against a pack of female orcs if he's holding a gun.
Seeing me ready to fight, the female orcs grin, ready to start the show.
"You fucking...!"
I scream a curse at the first orc to rush me and swing the axe with all my might.
But she dodges it effortlessly. With a casual tilt of her head, she slips right past the trajectory of the blade as it slices through empty air.
"Pant... pant..."
Even though my first swing missed, I keep chaining my attacks. I leave myself wide open, but she deliberately avoids counterattacking, treating me like a toy.
Finding my struggle hilarious, the surrounding orcs erupt into a chorus of laughter.
Eventually, getting bored of dodging, the orc suddenly shoves me hard.
"Whoa—!"
As I lose my balance and stumble backward, another female orc catches me from behind, pressing me against breasts as massive as her towering build.
The moment I fall into her arms, she squeezes my butt with one hand and gropes my chest with the other.
"You son of a..."
I swing the axe desperately behind me. With a chorus of giggles, the groping hands and the heavy breasts pressing against my back retreat.
"Ugh...!"
But another green hand reaches out from the side and grabs my wrist, locking the axe in place.
The orc who had backed off suddenly reappears behind me, grabbing my neck while giving my butt a loud smack and squeezing it hard.
My other hand is instantly seized by a third female orc.
She wraps an arm around my waist with a touch that's disturbingly gentle, then leans in to sniff the nape of my neck.
"Mmm..."
Finally, the pack leader steps up directly in front of me.
Wearing nothing but skimpy bikini armor like the others, she locks eyes with me. She fondles my chest, teasing my nipples, before pressing her lips to mine.
"Mmm... chuu..."
Her tongue licks my lips, trying to pry her way inside. But it isn't that easy—no matter how strong an orc is, her tongue doesn't have muscles like that.
"Haa..."
Realizing this, she lets out a hot sigh and wedges her thick thigh between my legs.
She presses her thigh firmly against my groin, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my core.
"Ugh... ah..."
Unable to resist the stimulation, a groan escapes my lips. Seizing the opening, she slips her tongue past my teeth.
With my mouth blocked, I struggle to breathe. To make matters worse, the hand gripping my neck squeezes tighter.
My head grows hazy from the lack of oxygen and the rising heat. My face slackens, twisted into a pathetic expression.
The orcs hold me in a vice grip, completely indifferent to my struggle.
Whether I thrash around or go limp, they keep me pinned, forcing me to stay upright.
"Gasp... pant... ah, ah...!"
In the end, completely stripped of my freedom, every single sensitive spot—my mouth, dick, chest, and butt—is relentlessly stimulated until I pathetically ejaculate, my face twisted in a shameful, broken expression.
Only after they watch me finish do they finally release their grip, letting me collapse onto the floor.
They pin me flat against the ground and roughly tear the clothes right off my body.
Once I'm naked, they bind my wrists tightly behind my back with rope. They stuff a gag into my mouth as well, probably to prevent me from committing suicide.
Once I'm fully bound, one of the orcs hoists me over her shoulder. I'm carried off like a sack of luggage, dragged away to their hideout.
The cave the pack is using as a hideout is surprisingly spacious.
There's even an underground lake nearby, which seems convenient for them in more ways than one.
As we arrive, the female orcs exchange smirks. It fills me with nothing but dread.
Call it intuition, but bad feelings always have a way of coming true.
I feel a brief moment of weightlessness, and then, with the world spinning wildly, I'm thrown straight into the underground lake.
Those fucking crazy bitches.
With my arms bound, I can do nothing but flail my legs. Since the human body is naturally buoyant, I don't sink, but bob up and down on the surface. The water washes the dirt from my body in the process.
The female orcs roar with laughter at the sight. They pull my head up to let me gasp for air, only to roughly shove me back under the moment I try to rise.
Only after enduring this water-torture routine several times do they finally drag me back ashore.
"Mmph...! Khh...! Ack...!"
With the gag stuffed in my mouth, I can't even cough properly.
The inability to breathe instills a primal dread that is entirely different from simple physical pain.
No matter how much mana enhances my body or increases my lung capacity, humans are still land-dwelling animals meant to breathe through their noses.
I'm completely naked and soaking wet in the freezing cave, but my violent trembling is from more than just the cold.
As I lie there, an orc with her hair in ridiculously unfitting pigtails approaches me with a beaming smile. She's the third one from earlier, the one who held my arm and wrapped herself around my waist.
She steps up with a towel and begins to dry me off. Her touch is unexpectedly, shockingly gentle.
"Pant... pant..."
Even through the towel, I can feel her radiating body heat. Desperate for warmth, I find myself leaning into her embrace.
"Aha*."
As I lean my shivering body against her, the pigtailed orc lets out a bright laugh.
Pressed against her soft, warm chest, the tension drains from my body before I can stop it. And as it fades, a single tear slips down my cheek.