Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-27800590-20180519140707/@comment-35674737-20180524051344

Already, the brawl covered most of the street and I was in the middle. Fuck! That was my first thought''. Already stray swings were narrowly missing me, infact they were missing be a little bit too'' close for them to be luck, but this was a situation that had less thinking and more doing in mind.

I entered a full on sprint with covering my ass as my only goal in mind. Yelps, shouts, and groans of pain blared throughout the street as a stray club swing was heading square for my head. Forcing myself to duck at full speed I tumbled but at the same time was spared having my brains on the pavement, but being on the ground during the middle of a gang war was the last thing I needed. Already seeing one Orc force a goblin back, I had to squirm between their legs just so I can drag myself to relative safety.

Forcing myself back up to my feet, I already deemed it appropriate to make like a tree and get the fuck out. Practically pulling a 180 and hand-walking my way from the mainstreet and into an alley. That's when my so called luck came to an end; an orc stood there in the alley. Was she supposed to force deserters back into the fight—block the goblins from leaving? I dunno, but that's not what matters...

Instantly her eyes locked onto mine. Licking her lips she gave me a longing stare. "Mmmm I know 'th boss wants me t'stand guard..." She rubs her chin maniacly as if she was some cartoon villain. "I coulds probly' have me rewarded with having a husband If I caught you."

''Oh fuck boyo. I ain't becoming no fucking living dildo''. I thought. I thought hard too. She must not be smart—probably—but then again, I'm going with the stereotype that mooks are just dumb bricks and meant to be used. There's no way that stereotype is true right??? Nah... She's probably fucking potato-tier intelligence. So why not trick her? Devilishly delicious me! I would high-five myself with a beer when I get home later; I have something to contend with.

Straightening my back, standing tall, looking her in the eyes and armed myself with a disgusted look. The orc girl could only recoil. I probably just destroyed her expectations. I roared out, "Fucking disgraceful!" Instantly struck home at her, "The first thing you think about is capturing a man as soon as one just so happens to waltz across? Disgusting! You should think of your leader first and foremost. Her orders. You were ordered to stand here were you not?!"

Her body language instantly became a shriveled mess as she gloomfully nodded. ''Mission accomplish me. Time for the finisher''.

"Then how dare you disobey. It seems all you care about is the reward, and not about your own damn leader! How fucking vile! You are a disgrace to the orcs! I'm surprised that they already haven't tried to remo—" I gave a dramatic pause in my rant of a lifetime, "what if... What if they did want to remove you..."

Instantly, I could see from her expression a mish-mash of terror, fear, and utter sadness, "N-no.. Tha's nawt true... It's..."

Already I saw her break down mentally. Was I some kind of genius? I wished; I deserved a medal for a mindfucking as grand as this. Already, she's sat down against the alley brick wall and began to sob into her knees. Poor thing. A single moral thought came to mind. She was dumb as a doorknob, but I guess if she wasn't a gang member I could see her finding a nice guy. I had no time for pity; I walked briskly past her and stopped just a foot past her, but never faced her. I did leave these parting words to hit home though.

"Look at you. Sniveling like a child. Just pray they don't see you as a weak-link and finish you off for being such a disgusting invalid!" I spat out like a corrosive venom. I was doing too good of a job here... I began to walk away and right before I left out into another street I spoke these words as a passing comment, as if I was talking to myself

"''Considering your predicament, killing yourself would save them the trouble." ''

I knew how audible I was, and I hoped she heard me. With those final words I finally left for safety. Considering the mental beat down back there I gave her. I know it's going to come back to haunt me, somewhere in the future physically, and as soon as I hit home—the guilt would rise. I just hope I have enough beers to keep it at bay...

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I took a sip. Already the guilt was overwhelming. It hadn't even been a day! A. Damn. Day! Now look at me; sipping beer as if was some detective with a dark past or some shit. I just didn't feel right.

I sat there as my TV provided the only light in the room. Two empty bottles sat at my side with a third partially-filled bottle still rocking around recklessly in my grip as I held onto the neck with just two fingers. I couldn't have just gone. Sorry, this whole mentally destroying you business was just to cover my ass. It wasn't that easy—it truly wasn't. I just didn't think of consequences until after what happened. Now I'm reaping them and it sucks.

I groaned to myself, no one really. "Maybe I could just... Get to work on something, I dunno clean the hou—" I was cut off instantly. Hearing a noise, I hopped out of my recliner and instantly felt a hand cover my mouth and nearly crush my jaw.

Holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck!!! I hear a voice whisper softly into my ear as I finally see the hands of those who're holding me. An orc-girl, "Shhh... Shh... I am quite impressed." "Mphhressed?" I spoke through the muffling scared out of my fucking mind. She released me and turned me around, and distinctly I could tell... It was the High-Orc... Oh, dog fuck.

She had a finger run down from my lips down to my crotch. She's trying to use every last bit of her body as a device to arouse me from her dark skin, all the way to her nearly white hair. Her words spoke like honey, but honey spiked with a deadly poison. "Oh of course... Usually humans try to my girls through physical combat. No one ever bested them without even laying a single hit."

I struggled to make a straight face, but I made a good attempt. She noticed it''. Damnit!'' I was pretty sure that now she realizes that I'm scared now too. "My, my... Poor Melissa. The condition we found her in was absolutely pitiful. Sobbing, crying. To be frank, it hurt in all honesty. Someone who is a part of my family hurt. I'd understand a battle, but you used your words like the most dangerous weapon and hurt her worse than any of my girls have been hurt before. I have to say though—I am honestly jealous. Only I would be able to easily convince them, and you're a total stranger. So already you caught my interest. I could easily punish you, kill you in a blink of an eye. But someone with your ability with words... I want to keep you."

I didn't react, my facial features, my eyes, nothing. Nothing moved. On the inside though... Oh fucking no! No, no ,no ,no! My mind shouted to itself as I had this horrible hunch.

She giggled. The bitch giggled! She gave me this seductive look and finally spoke words that sounded like a death sentence. "I want to keep you... Make you the perfect husband. You have the silver tongue, let me have it." She smiled as I see her pull a small pin-knife out. Instantly I wanted to squirm. "Before I milk you dry every day, I would like for you to meet someone. Someone who wants revenge."

I could already see her... Melissa. The stark look on her face was a sharp contrast from when she was full of herself. I was already terrified! What was going to happen?!

With Melissa taking the small pin-knife, I felt the High-Orc release her grip on me. Instantly I was pushed on the floor and felt dazed, but that was not issue. My discomfort was what they want severely. Melissa pulled my boxer shorts off as she eyed me with a far-gone stare and straddled me. Her hand gripped the knife in a stamping motion. ''Oh fuck! Oh fuck! I'm going to die!''

My boxers were shoved into my mouth, I tried to spit them out, the taste of sweat was disgusting, but the high-orc forced it back into my mouth. That's when I felt the sharp thump, I first didn't know what the pain was at first, but that's when I noticed the thin two-inch blade entered my stomach. My eyes widened as I realized what was going on instantly.

I groaned in utter pain as she pulled the blade out and plunged it into me again. This time, I felt what was happening. I was inside her... I could already tell what she was doing... What she felt would proper revenge... She would brutally rape me, over, and over, and over again in my own home. While the stabbing stopped after the fourth stab, I would instantly go soft when I felt her brush up against my wounds the pain was too damn great, but she would just as easily make me hard again.

This gone on for three hours as the Head-orc watched on before finally intervening, "Melissa. I believe you had your revenge now... I mean, look at him. You practically broke him!" They both practically giggled.

The High-Orc though; she laid on top of me, disregarding my wounds, and the pain I felt and whispered into my ear, "Melissa had her fun. You're mine now dearest. You will be my husband, you will make me bear children. Worry not my love, I will stay true to you though." She chuckled before I felt myself be hoisted up and carried me from my house

"It feels truly wonderous to find the one you love!" The High-Orc giggled.