Morn felt the cool dirt underneath her feet. She walked along an unfamiliar path to an unknown town. She wasn't sure exactly where an enchanted weapon would be but she figured it would be out there in the world somewhere. Hopefully someone in this town knew something at least.
She walked with her head held high. She had her fur loincloth and top, both of which barely covered enough for her to not to be naked. Of course she would have been perfectly all right walking in fully nude, but non orcs have such problems with nudity. She stood a bit taller than an average human male and her toned muscles flexed as she strode forward. She also had white body paint along her whole body and not in a particularly complicated pattern as she didn't feel she had anyone to impress here. She had her spear resting on her shoulder to show she wasnt openly hostile.
She looked around and found it was a fairly well off town. The abundance of blacksmiths, general store, and magic supplies shop told her this town was frequented by adventurers. She only had a few coins on her and hoped it would be enough to buy a drink and a lead from the local tavern. She walked in to one such establishment and made her way to the barkeep. It didn't take long for her stride to turn the heads of most patrons, including a fair few females. Whether it be from the bouncing of her breasts, which her top barely covered and allowed her boobs to bouce almost completely unimpeded, or her ass. The thin piece of fur that covered it bounced sometimes allowing a perfect view of her green behind as it jiggled with every step.
She sat at a stool and spoke to the man behind the counter. "Something strong, please." As she placed some coin on the table. She said knowing that human standards for strong are low. The barkeep looked at the value of the currency and produced a mug. He filled it with a clear yet strong smelling liquid. Morn took a swig, cringed, and spoke up.
"Know where someone can find an enchanted weapon?"
The man looked back at the orc, eyes darting to her generous cleavage before going back up to her face. "Well, Arnold's Arms has some magic items. They are pricey but-"
Morn shook her head. "Nah I gotta find one. Like in a cave or something."
The man thought for a moment. "Well there is talk of a possessed weapon in Devils Valley. Afraid I don't know too much of the specifics but many failed to retrieve it. Lots died, horrible deaths, that sorta thing. "
Morn knew where that valley was, just never had a reason to go there. She chugged down the rest of her drink, a single drop escaping her lips and splashing down on her green mounds. The bartender was greatful that his counter hid is crotch. He then had a thought.
"You here alone miss?"
Morn was about to ask what he ment before he looked over her shoulder and quickly excused himself. The orc turned around and saw a trio of armoured humans walk in the establishment. They had mail armour and yellow tunics. They had the look of mercenaries about them. They all took seats at a table and eyed up Morn. One especially, eyed up her backside.
The green woman sneered back and got up to leave. Suddenly a loud voice bellowed in the tavern. "Oi! Orc! Wanna arm wrestle?"
She turned and saw a burly, hairy man sitting at a table. He was surrounded by equally big men. He smiled, revealing missing and rotting teeth, and spoke out. "Show me what all that green muscle can do, girly. Unless you wanna run back to your orc cave."
Morn huffed. While she wasn't as strong as other females of her tribe she knew she could overpower any human. Her orc pride was being challenged. She walked over and sat opposite the hairy man. The rest of the group cheered and jeered, excited to see this match.
"Dont suppose you want to wager anything on this?" The female said as she put her arm on the table.
The man grinned wider, letting Morn get a smell of his awful breath. "Nah, this lot couldn't give me a challenge. Was hoping a orc could deliver some fun."
He grasped her hand and the two pushed as hard as they could. While the man had more mass the woman had orc blood in her. Her defined muscles flexed as she willed all of her strength to go into her arm. She forced herself to keep her breathing steady as she strained herself. Suddenly, she was greatful for the bizarre handstand dancing her master made her do. It took some effort but eventually Morn was able to force her opponent's hand to the table.
The rowdy group suddenly grew silent. Morn worried about retaliation as she slowly inched her hand towards her spear. They all cheered and complemented the newcomer. The defeated hairy man spoke "Me mate was a greenskin! I could never beat him either. He didn't like clothes like you. Poor guy, died when his head was cut off."
Morn, more relaxed by his jovial attitude "well, decapitation is normally deadly."
He rubbed a finger under his nose "I didn't say which head." He leaned in close and took on a serious tone. "You may want to be leaving this town soon. People adventuring on their own tend to go missing. Rumor has it the Golden Lord has some lackeys here. You can hang with us until we leave next week if ya..."
Morn stood up "I appreciate the offer but I can handle myself." She turned and walked off. The hairy man let out a longing sigh as she left. "Second best green arse I've seen."
As she left she couldn't help but see the trio of guards bullying the barkeep. She was able to make out something about how his tax money is past due. She didn't wish to interfere with how this town works and continued on her way.
Making her way through the reasonably sized town and thought it would be a good idea to stay the night in an inn before heading off in the morning. She passed by a potion shop and cringed inwardly. During her walk she was suddenly pushed towards a wall. Her tits hit the wall first, giving her a sharp sting. She spun around with her spear held ready to see the three yellow tunics. She was ready to lunge but stopped herself when she saw the one who was staring at her ass aiming a crossbow at her. He seemed to be the youngest of the trio and couldn't take his eyes off her chest.
The other two flanked Morn. A male holding shackles, who had a short beard. The other, female, spoke up. "You’re under arrest, greenskin." She said proudly.
The orc kept her spear held firm, keeping the bearded man at bay. "You don't look the usual town guard. And I didnt do anything wrong."
The woman crossed her arms "think of us as a private military contractor. And we have you for public nudity and stealing."
Morn snarled "I'm clearly wearing clothes. And I paid for my drink!"
The woman in yellow was growing inpatient "your bikini dosnt count. And the barkeep will say whatever we want him to. Now drop your spear or Borin will put a bolt in your chest."
Morn weighed up her options. True the person holding the crossbow looked like a buffoon but even a buffoon can land a shot this close. She sighed and dropped her weapon on the ground. The bearded man took his opportunity and moved behind the orc. He took her arms and bound them behind her. The young man relaxed and lowered his weapon. The bearded man barked an order. "Check her for anything hidden.
The young man holstered his weapon and walked forward. He eagerly grabbed both breasts. His fingers easily sank into the soft flesh. He felt around the fur covered areas especially, his face grew red and his pants grew tighter. When he was positive nothing was hidden in her breasts his hands wandered down and found their way to the green ass he had been eyeing up. He made sure to feel up every available inch he could, all the while not so subtly rubbing his erection on Morn's crotch.
"I do think she isnt hiding anything." He said with satisfaction.
Morn looked the groping man in the face. "I still have some weapons."
Before he could ask what she ment he got an answer. She rocketed her hard knee between his legs. He flew up a couple inches before crumbling to the ground in a heap. "I have nutcrackers."
The bearded man furiously threw a fist at Morn's stomach, only to be met by a grunt and Morn's angry stare. "Gods damned greenskin!" He tried a couple more times before the orc swung her forehead into his face with a satisfying crunch. He stumbled back, holding his bleeding nose.
She started to run until the female guard yelled "You guys are worthless. You gotta know where to aim." She said as she threw her foot between the greenskins legs. The armoured boot smashed against tender cunt harshly, causing Morn to crumple and fall to her side. Her arms wanting to cradle her aching pussy but were bound behind her. The female tunic grabbed Morn's ankles and held them high. The small piece of fur covering her crotch was blown upward, giving her a perfect view of her womanhood.
"No matter who this is the beatings are my favorite part of this job." The tunic said as she stomped her foot down on the green pussy. She kept her foot down and grinded it like she was putting out a fire. Morn squirmed but was unable to escape, only able to scrunch up her face. She refused to cry out, not wanting to give them the satisfaction.
After some time the female grew tired of the lack of reaction she ordered her men to carry her off. Both of them still nursing their injuries slowly responded. They each grabbed a arm and dragged her to the towns jail. Morn looked around and saw the townspeople. To her surprise none of them were cheering at the alleged criminal being arrested. Most of them looked very sympathetic, all of them turning away whenever one of the tunics looked in their direction. Morn could even see a look of disappointment in some of their faces.
Later that night Morn found herself in a dark prison cell. It was old, murky, and stunk of death. She was happy to be out of her restraints, but her current situation made it a small comfort. Examining her cell she was disturbed to find the skeletal remains of some poor sap. She was hoping she wouldn't be in here as long as him. She picked up what she thought was a rib and pondered turning it into a shiv.
"Could you not mess with my bones?" A voice beside her asked.
She turned and saw a transparent blue human now sitting beside her. He had a clean shaven face and looked to he in his twenties. He was dressed in a loose fitting robe with strange symbols scribbled all over it. Without thinking she threw her fist and it passed harmlessly through his head.
"Nah, that won't work."
She raised her fist and slammed it down on his crotch, only for it to hit the stone bench he sat on.
"Nope, not that either. Listen, I'm not here to hurt you." He said.
Morn stood and still assumed a fighting stance. "Who are you, spirit?"
"Better reaction than most people. That's good. Kozor is my name, amateur wizard and dead as you can see."
"Why haven't you passed on then?" Morn asked, relaxing a little.
The spirit held up his hands "again, please relax. I'm only here to harm those yellow tunic idiots. About a year ago, when I was alive, anouther group of yellow tunics jumped me and tossed me in here. Others came and went. All sold off to slavers, cannibals, or worse. They target alone wanderers and others people won't miss. The townsfolk don't stop them for fear of the larger group seeking retribution."
Morn sat back down. "Larger group?"
"Ive heard some groups of these guys talk about someone called the Golden Lord. I'm afraid I don't know many details but this town is somewhat an initiation scam for newcomers in the organization. Some saying they hope this will help them earn their Golden Spheres, whatever that means."
Morn then asked "You never answered why you haven't just left this place, being a ghost and all."
The young wizard shook his head. "Sorry, been forever since someone didn't just keep screaming and freaking out. Like I said I am an amateur wizard. I dabbled in necromancy and, well, here I am. My spirit is bound to my skull and I cannot stray far from it. Unfortunately I still need a physical body to do magic and I need consent to possess someone. My dear orc, allow me to posses you and I will get us out of here. Don't worry, I am not a strong spirit, I can only keep your body for a few minutes."
Morn crossed her arms and thought. She heard footsteps approaching. After a brief moment she shrugged "sure, go for it."
The spirit pleaded "please, I won't do you any harm-" he paused for a moment "wait for real? Hot damn you're the first!"
Before morn could say anymore Kozor sped into her. Suddenly she felt like a stranger in her body. She saw her through her eyes and felt her hands move but had no control. She heard her voice speak but she wasn't the one speaking it. "Its been a while since I've been alive."
Suddenly her own hands flew to her breasts and started groping. "Damn girl! Its been impossible to not say this for so long but damn you got rocking tits!" Morn tried to yell but her voice was silent. Apparently the wizard could hear it, however. "Trust me this is needed for my plan." He looked at her amrs too "you must be able to lift an ox with these." Morn felt embarrassed by this telling him he was just saying that.
The cell they were trapped in was part of a larger room. The door to the room opened and out came the youngest member of the trio of guards holding a bowl of bad smelling food. "My nuts are still sore from the knee you gave me, but I have to give you this so you stay in presentable condition."
Kozor was able to piece together enough to figure out what happened. He spoke through Morns voice, sounding as sultry as she could. "I'm sorry, mister guard. You were just so strong and intimidating that I panicked. There has to be some way I can make it up to you." He said as he pushed Morns ample breasts forward. He walked forward and squeezed the green jugs through the bars.
The pain in the young mans crotch was mostly forgotten. He placed the bowl on the ground and hesitantly walked forward. He was weary of a trap, but he knew she couldn't do much from behind those bars. Eventually he grabbed at those coveted green mounds, all the while keeping his hips at an angle to stop any unwanted leg attacks. Once more his hands sunk into the soft flesh. While he was looking away Morn's hand wove a complicated series of hand gestures. With a crackle electricity passed through the green body into the human one. He yelled and convulsed before falling limp and unconscious. Morns hand shot through the bars and grabbed the key at his belt. Yanking it free it was used to open the cell door. Before she knew it Morn was once again back in control. She saw the wizard standing beside her. He faded back into the skull to recuperate. "Looks like a few minutes is my limit." He said as the skull shimmered slightly and the jaw moved as he spoke.
Morn was conflicted about her feelings about how she was used to escape, but she was out now. She scooped up the skull "should we do anything about him?" Asked morn
The skull clattered as it spoke "if ya want, but he will be down for a good long while. I'm confident of it." Morn weighed her options and just decided to leave quickly.
She unfortunately found herself soon facing the other two guards. "Dont suppose you can hit em with more lightning?" Asked morn to the skull.
"Sorry, I'm spent." Is all he offered in response. She tossed the skull aside and got into a fighting stance. She heard more footsteps and saw the young guard make his way into the room. "Whatever you do don't grab her tits!"
The skull, not wanting to cause attention to the thing keeping him in the world of the living only whispered to Morn "Sorry, been a while since I did magic."
The others looked confused but decided to just focus on the present danger.
The female of the group spoke up "looks like you didn't learn your lesson. This time I'm gonna stomp your disgusting green cunt til its paste."
The beared man was next to talk. His voice sounded funny now that he had wadded cotton stopping blood from dripping from his nose. "She might loose value as a sex slave then."
Morn had enough of this and charged. She was able get some hits in but was soon overwhelmed. She managed to get her arms down and grabbed the crotches of both the males. She felt their balls through their pants and clamped down. Both men forgot any offense and tried to pry the green hand away from their manhoods. The female guard tried to help but Morn used her grip on both men's berries to help her jump up and wrap her legs around the womans neck. Her bare cunt pressed against the humans face and shut off her supply of oxygen.
The two men both fell to their knees to try and compensate for the fact that Morn was now on her ass. The bearded man spoke in a shaky voice "vile greenskin slut. When I get out of this I'm going to shove my-"
Morn cut him off "no you won't" and she began to squeeze in his tender orbs harder now. All he could do was scream as his testicles began to lose their shape. Pain wracked his entire body and he tensed up. The eventually the moment came when his balls finally gave way they flattened completely in her grasp. All the while the female who's face was in green pussy desperately patted her hand on Morns thigh before her eyes rolled back.
She let go and let him crumple into a ball. She saw that the female had passed out and let her go as well. All that was left was the young man. He looked at her with pleading in his eyes. "Please just let me go."
Morn thought for a moment and simply responded "no" knowing what leaving someone capable of fighting back would mean.
She bore down with both hands and made short work of his marbles. She got up and made her way to the discarded skull. "Youre a guy, got anything to say about what happened?" She asked the skull as she picked it up.
"Badass. I mean that is the group that made me starve to death in a small cell and sell people for profit. So fuck em."
She nodded her approval and was about to leave when she heard a woman coughing. She saw the female tunic dazed and struggling to remember what happened. Morn got a wicked smile and walked over. She grabbed both of the womans ankles and lifted them up high. The woman finally was fully aware of her surroundings and saw what morn was planning. An awkward smile crept on her face "Don't suppose some nice shiny gold could help you forget about what I did?"
Morns only answer was a stomp to her human crotch with all of her orcish might. While its true that there are less things to break between a females legs that didn't stop morn from trying.
After making sure she would have no semblance of a sex life the orc left. As she walked out of the guard house she saw many townsfolk hesitantly looking out of windows and behind cracked doors. When they saw that it was the greenskin that walked out they looked both confused and hopeful. One short and stout woman carefully approached her. "We hard the guards screaming. We weren't sure what happened." She said as she looked past the muscular woman and into the structure behind her. When she saw all three of the tunics clutching their crotches she got a relieved smile on her face.
Morn chuckled "I'm pretty sure they don't have a gender anymore."
"Too good for them I say. Them and their lot have been bleeding this town dry. We always hope that someone puts them in their place but we are all too afraid of who they work for."
Morn held up a hand "the three of them probably won't be able to do much for a while. And if anyone comes to replace them then tell them what happened to the last batch. Crushing privates is a good scare tactics."
The towns woman nodded. "This will make you an enemy of the Golden Lord."
Morn puffed out her chest to look more imposing, but mostly just made her top strain from being pushed near breaking point. "A real orc welcomes a fight."
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