Orc Cliffs

How it came to this didn’t matter anymore. All that mattered was how to get out of the situation and as far as Courier could see there wasn’t one. The cliffs to the right were too steep to climb quickly enough to escape and the idea of trying to run to the edge behind him and climb down again was preposterous, even with the rope still attached there. How about charging and trying to push past them? Their bulk meant he’d have to tackle them with his full weight to get them to move and if he couldn’t get the one he charged off-balance he’d be just letting himself get caught. He’d have to go for an agile slide past them, somehow. Between their legs maybe? No, that was too risky as well. Behind his cloth mask he licked his lips nervously, and saw a similar gesture of the two Orcs, though theirs was not a sign of nervousness. He put his hand on his belt and looked for the handle of a climbing pickaxe. It would be of little use in a fight against them but he could maybe distract one and then…
“Well what’s it going to be? Will you be a good boy and take off your pants willingly or do we have to make you do it?” one of the Orcs asked, stepping closer. The two of them were dressed in nothing more than leather thongs and harnesses, their breasts laid bare. One was carrying two lengths of rope coiled around each shoulder and the other had carabiners and a hammer hanging from her harness. They had come to these cliffs to climb, obviously. Courier had taken this route many times before to make his deliveries and there had never been an Orc presence, but that was obviously a thing of the past. He considered the differences between his physical strength and that of the two Orcs. His head barely reached the tops of their chests. He was fit enough to support his entire body-weight with a few fingers and pull himself up that way, but these two were likely capable of similar feats with their greater weight. As ample as their breasts were their thighs, arms, shoulders and bellies look chiselled, quite a far cry from the stereotype of the pudgy Orcs who laze about feasting. Probably why they’d been chosen to come to these cliffs. His only real advantage was that they didn’t have proper weapons. But then neither did he, so what advantage did he really have? None, that’s what. So what course of action was he going to take? Running back to where he’d gotten up and rappelling down would leave him exposed on the descent and there was nothing to stop them from following him along his own rope. Moreover even if he managed to run his mission would be compromised. How could he make his delivery through the flatlands with all the regular patrols? No, he had to get through here, and he had to do so now. And so his course was clear, go past the Orcs. Somehow. And then don’t get caught by them at the next cliff-face. Surely they’d left a rope behind to climb back up from where they’d descended, and if he made it up quickly enough he could undo it and put some distance between…
“I don’t think he’s going to obey, sis” the one with the ropes said.
“Hm, that’s naughty of him, don’t you think?”
“We ought to teach him some manners, right?”
“Yeah, arrest him, search him, give him a lesson and then take him back for interrogation”
“Sounds good!”
No it didn’t. It didn’t sound good at all. Courier pulled both of his picks from his belt and threw them at the two Orcs as hard as he could. As soon as he did he rushed to the one on the left and acted as if he was going to try and dart past her on her left. She caught his pick in mid-air and shifted her weight to block him. Courier lunged into a slide and skittered between her legs like he’d planned to, getting a good view of her buttocks and curly tail as he did so. With all the agility of a cat he jumped up and resumed his movement in a run, going around the side of the rock formation to the other edge of the cliff, where he found…
No rope. The Orcs had descended the cliff here without putting up a rope. Hesitating a moment he thought to free-climb the wall. If they’d done it, so could he, so why not? But…
“Hi there!” came a voice from above, and he saw to his horror a third Orc. This one looked thicker than the other two, even from down below, and darker in colour. Her hair was like a wild mane, and despite having only seen a few such creatures in his life Courier knew this was a High Orc. She was squatted on the next ridge and was holding in her hands a rope. Of course, she’d stayed up there and had pulled it up. There was no way Courier could escape through this way…
And the other two Orcs were now standing behind him. He was once again trapped, but this time with nowhere to go. He did the only thing that occurred to him and took his backpack off, holding it at arm’s length over the edge.
“Any closer and I’ll drop it!” he said, his voice wavering.
“So what?” asked one of the Orcs, the one with the hammer hanging at her side.
“T-this is why you’re here, right? You learned I was bringing IT and so you came here to ambush me! Well I’m going to drop it! From this height it’ll break and then you can’t have it!”
The two Orcs looked at one another and shrugged, their tits jiggling at the motion.
“Hey Cap’n, you got a clue what he’s saying?” one shouted up to the higher ridge.
“Not at all. He’s probably bluffing”
Damn. They saw through it. He knew the thing he was carrying wasn’t something the Orcs would be looking for, but if they’d only been fooled into thinking…
“Trying to trick us isn’t very nice, you know”
“Not at all! That calls for some extra lessons, wouldn’t you say?”
“Mm-hm. Hey Cap’n! Should we take him now or let him try to climb up to you?”
“Take him now, no sense letting the poor thing risk injury”
“Aye-aye!” the underlings cried out in unison and charged him.

Courier froze and had no clue what to do to brace for the impact of being tackled by two Orcs, and so he didn’t brace for it at all. This resulted in him being pushed right into the rock wall and getting the wind knocked out of him. His bag fell over the edge and neither Orc paid it any mind. He gasped for air and tried to squirm, put their grips were like vices and he was easily pinned to the ground. One sat on his chest to keep him down, her tail rubbing against his nose, her hands squeezing his wrists, while the other pinned his legs beneath hers and squeezed his knees together with her thighs, busily working on his belt and tearing away his pants.
In short order Courier was undressed and tied up, his wrists tied together behind his head, his elbows tied together over it, his ankles and knees bound to one another. The Orcs went through his clothes and one by one threw them over the edge, giggling at his horrified expression. Once they were finished with his clothing they called out to their captain, who dropped the rope and so Courier was slung over the shoulder of an Orc as they began their ascent.
“Stay still so you won’t fall off, boy” he as commanded, and he obeyed. He didn’t want to fall.

On the ridge there was a tent and a campfire, and Courier was dropped next to it. He tried to squirm himself into a more comfortable position but the stones wouldn’t allow for it. Then a foot stepped on his shoulder blade and pinned him to the ground. He looked up as best he could and saw the High Orc, dressed up in a harness and thong just the same as her underlings. An odour of sweat and something intoxicating floated into Courier’s nose and he found himself breathing it in deeply rather instinctively.
“So” the High Orc captain said, “this is our catch for the day”
“A trespasser, and a rude one too!” one of the underlings said.
“Doesn’t know his place at all, does he?” added the other.
“Is that so, boy? You don’t know your place?”
Courier thought feverishly about how to improve his situation. One avenue seemed open to him.
“I… I do!”
“Oh?”
“M-my place is right here, b-beneath your feet…” he mumbled, hoping this show of subjugation would please or at least amuse the officer. The weight on his back increased as the captain pushed him down with greater force.
“Kissing my ass won’t get you anywhere boy, but you’re welcome to keep doing it. Tell me again where your place is?”
“Under your feet!”
“Louder!”
“I BELONG UNDER YOUR FEET!”
“And why is that?”
Courier was flabbergasted. He hadn’t expected further interrogation on the point.
“B-because I’m a worthless, uhh, worthless and…”
“Oh shut up!” the captain said with a loud crack something hit Courier’s buttocks, eliciting a cry of pain from him and a giggle from the Orcs.
The weight on his back was lifted.
“String him up” the captain ordered, and the two Orcs got busy putting up some tent poles and attaching his bonds to them so Courier ended up standing on the ground on his tip-toes, his body exposed, his legs and arms spread wide. The Orcs were breathing heavily and drooling as they manhandled him into position and his ass was stinging from the hit by the strip of leather the High Orc was holding… no, not just holding, it was attached to her… was that her tail? She’d hit him with her tail!
After they were finished the Orcs stood on either side of him, eagerly waiting for orders from their captain, who paced around, looking him up and down, circling him, inching closer, her scent filling his nostrils again and making him feel light-headed, her breath tickling his side as she licked him, then grabbed him by the cock.
“Let’s see what this one does” she said, rubbing him hard. While she was much taller than he was, she made sure to maintain eye-contact with him. When Courier tried to turn away she grabbed him by the hair and turned his head back so he couldn’t look away from her eyes while she rubbed him.
“Now where was your place again, boy?” she asked.
“U-under your…”
Her hand left his manhood, circled around to his ass and she dug her nails into his flesh, eliciting a cry.
“Are you under my feet now? Hm?”
“N-no…”
“Then where is your place?”
“I-in your hands?”
“Mmm” she loosened her grip on his buttocks and traced his body with her fingers, found a nipple, twisted it to elicit another cry and then stepped away from him.
“Go on you two” the captain ordered and the two Orcs rushed ahead, removing their thongs and revealing their crotches, glistening with moisture. Without hesitation both clung to his sides, her breasts something him as the began to feel him up, playing with him, groping him, slapping him, pinching him, rubbing against him, his body quivering with fear and excitement. The situation was overwhelming and the scent of their captain was not helping the matter.
The Orcs were grinding against him now and lowered their bodies so they could lick his ears.
“Human ears are kind of weird” one whispered, nibbling on it.
“They’re still sensitive, right?” the other one asked, poking her tongue against his ear canal.
“I’ll bet they are” the first one answered, making wet smacking noises.
“Who’s a little round-ear then” the second one asked.
“Answer the lady, boy” the first one ordered.
“I am…”
“You’re what?”
“A round-ear…”
“Hm?
“A little round-ear”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah”
Then one Orc kissed him while the other dropped down to lick his cock. The kiss and the sensations made him short on breath but then all of a sudden the two Orcs retreated and their captain was standing in front of him again.
“W-wha…” he tried to ask but his face was buried in her chest and the scent coming right off her skin made him unable to formulate a proper sentence. The High Orc kept her powerful arms around his head while lowering herself onto his cock and locked her superhuman legs around his.
“Now where’s your place?” she asked.
“Inside” he mumbled, and she yanked his head up again to look her in the eyes.
“Where?”
“Inside you…”
Then her tongue, much bigger than that of the regular Orc’s, was inside his mouth and her hips were thrusting up and down, and her tail swung against his buttocks from below their feet, making his body arch up, and as soon as he slacked she did it again, making him slowly and awkwardly join in on the thrusting motions. The grip of the High Orc’s pussy was too great to allow him to ejaculate when he felt the need and all the sensations combined with the scent of her made his consciousness begin to fade.
With a cry and a sigh the High Orc finished and climbed off of him. Courier’s chest was heaving and he was too weary to support himself upright, falling slack in his bonds. The High Orc smiled and grabbed the back of his head, stuffing it in her armpit.
“Lick” she ordered, and he did. There were no words to describe the effect this had on him, he ejaculated immediately but his manhood only grew harder. The pheromones in a High Orc’s body are a frightening thing.
After grinding his face into her armpit for a bit the High Orc released him and turned to her eager followers. They grinned and rushed to him, untying him from the poles and dropping him onto the ground, his raw ass eliciting a cry of protest when it brushed against the stones. Ignoring this they tied him up in a new pose and one sat on his cock while the other sat on his face. His tongue participated rather wearily in this process but it did so nonetheless, even without any conscious input from him. Courier’s mind had entered a haze where his body reacted autonomously to the sensory input of his molesters. He was not thinking about what would become of him once he was taken back to their tribe or whatever, only about how good everything, even the smell of their sweaty privates or the pain in his buttocks felt. Everything felt great… and he came again, right inside a protesting Orc. The two of them giggled again and switched places, going on until he came again. They switched places. Repeat. At some point his cock went limp and the Orcs whined with disappointment. The High Orc came to sit on his face, and after a single whiff both his cock and his tongue came alive. Courier had no recollection of what followed for a considerable time after that, not until he woke up tied to a proper bed in the Orc’s village. He had a nagging feeling there was something he was supposed to have been doing instead of having sex with Orcs but for the life of him he couldn’t think of what that something was. This was fine. More than fine…