{Gorloth Uthontho. Blood Blade son of the Wild King}

Three long years ago, Prince Blood Blade was running through the plains to meet with the Sand Ripper tribe. He and his party were going to talk with the tribe about joining his father’s court. He doubted it would work as they were more isolationist than other tribes, but it was his job to try to talk to them. He was the youngest son and thus it fell on him to try to unite the tribes under the Wild King’s rule. If only they could see how much stronger they were together, like stones on a wall. One stone can easily be rolled over by any, but a great wall can even keep out the Knights and great beasts. It would take several weeks to get there on foot and would be filled with danger, so the party was small only containing five warriors and himself. He pulled his wolf cloak close to try to take the edge off the cold that was biting through him. He hated being this far north, but it was the safest way. In an hour they would stop and set up camp. The long green grass was only starting to turn yellow at this time of year, but would still hide them from prying eyes, but would also hide others from theirs. It was a double-edged sword they had to deal with. One of his warriors jogged to his side and frowned at him.

“My Prince. We should be safe tonight to have a fire. We are a good distance from anyone, and we have not seen anyone for days.” It was one of his childhood friends, Heavy Hammer. He was a much smaller orc, with a slight yellow tint to his green skin. Heavy loved to comb his hair until it was as soft as a woman’s. Every time he was teased about it, he would laugh and say that women love his soft hair.

“We should be able to have a fire tonight. It would be nice to have a hot meal.” Blood Blade said. There were grunts of cheering from the other four. His men needed the fire. They missed the warm humid swamps of their homelands. Why in the deepest pit would any orc wish to live this far out and in this cold dry place? The time passed slowly, and the sun reached the proper level. He called a halt and started unpacking his bed roll while others made a fire pit and started clearing the area. It would be a nice relaxing night after a long day of running. He wished his people had some of the human horses or elf Gunsen a large flightless bird that never seemed to tire but couldn’t hold much weight. All orcs had were lizards, but they could not make it this far from the swamp. The nice part about the huge lizards was they could climb on almost any surface. He missed Green Maw. His lizard would be molting soon, and he delighted in helping his mount clean off the old scales. Maybe Yarn Teller would be able to help while Blood Blade was away. He smiled as the fire came to life. All six orcs stood around the growing fire and smiled. They started their normal game of Spear, Hammer and Shield, (Rock paper scissors) to see who would take what watch. The one who won all games would get to sleep through the night. Sadly, Blood Blade would have to take third watch. They had a good meal and he tucked in. The ground was not as good as his soft furs at home, but he would be back to them soon.

Hours later, he was woken by Half Ear. It was his turn to watch. He put his back to the fire and sat there looking out into the darkness. It was boring and he was tired. It would be so easy to fall asleep, but that would not be wise or right. He would have to fight sleep. He bit his lip tasting blood, sitting upright without making a sound. A sound came to his ear, and he turned as he heard a blade slash and bite into flesh. Horror filled his eyes as he saw Fox Tail’s head roll towards him. He roared to wake the other warriors as he raised his own sword and felt a small stick poke his back. Everything went dark.

He came to slowly and blinked in the light of day. The sun was up, and he was tied to a pole. An ugly human stood over him. He had a bald head, no hair at all on his face, arms or even eyebrows. It looked wrong. A long hook nose seemed almost goblin like. It was like someone tried to turn a goblin into a human and failed badly. He spoke showing broken teeth and spraying Blood Blade with an offensive breath.

“Wake. We have words.” He said in very poor orc. “What Chief?” Did he mean if they had a chief or was, he asking if Blood Blade was the chief?

“No chief here,” Blood blade replied, with a shrug. The ugly goblin man frowned.

“Common?”

“No common.” If they didn’t know he could speak, they may not be able to get anything out of him. Goblin man pointed over and he saw the others tied up next to Blood Blade. Another man was holding five slave collars and a brand glowing red hot. He walked up to Half ear and pressed it into his leg. Half ear growled but, did not scream. Still tears fell from his eyes. “Common yes, but not good.” Blood Blade said sadly.

“Good we are getting somewhere.” The Goblin man said. “Who is your chief?”

“No chief.” Blood replied sadly. It wasn’t a lie; he didn’t have a chief. He had not named one or chosen one to lead him. No one seemed worthy in his eyes. He wouldn’t tell this man he was a prince and inwardly made the chant to change his name. He was now Broken Blade. His heart fell and he devoted himself to be cast out from his tribe, clan and home.

“No chief? So, you are just six, oh I mean five lost lambs.” Broken Blade did not react to him bragging about killing Fox Tail. “Maybe I kill one more and you’ll tell me something new.”

“I am Harloth. Broken. No chief. We are going to join with tribe.”

“Outcasts. Good. So, no one will come if we slap collars on you.” Six more men came around laughing to join in torturing the orcs. “Contract Magic. You will put a slave collar on, and we won’t kill you.”

“No.” He looked over as they pressed the brand into Half Ear again and this time twisted. The smell of roasting flesh came to Broken Blade and he tried not to cry as half ear cried out. This would go on and on until they broke. He was already Broken inside so why not end their suffering? No, it would be the easy way out to put that thing on.

“Translate and I speak orc so I will know if you lie.” said the Goblin man. “Contract Magic, Put the collar on and in exchange we won’t kill you. All you have to say is agree and the pain will stop.” Broken took a breath.

“Brothers, stay,” He was cut off when he smelled burning flesh and looked over to see them pressing the brand into Half Ears face. He screamed along with Half Ear as the orc wept openly. The others were gritting their teeth. A metal tipped boot flew up and nearly took Broken’s tusk off. It was cracked and would hurt him for a while.

“Let’s try again.”

The orcs held out until sunset. The humans would swap out, so they were always fresh. Some would cut them, some would burn them, others would pee on them. Finally, when the sun set, Broken was at his limit and he relented and said he would take the collar if they would let his brothers go. That offer was met with a kick to the face again.

“Contract Magic. You put the collar on, and we will stop hurting you.” Broken couldn’t take it anymore.

“I agree.” it broke his heart. His hands were undone, and he reached out grabbing the slave collar. It slipped around his neck and the Goblin man ripped the control coin off sealing the collar on and forcing him to be a slave. He heard his brothers crying but didn't look at them. He stood quickly hoping to kill them before they could give an order to stop him.

“Stop. You are unable to hurt me or any of my men.” The collar glowed and he couldn’t move. “Good ugly puppy. Now stand with us.” Goblin man said. Broken's body moved on its own and he walked dejected to join his attackers. “Now we can really start.”

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They forced him to repeat the contract magic again. This time Heavy Hammer joined. After that they fell one by one. When only Half Ear was left. The Goblin man was getting tired and forced the four remaining orcs to kill Half Ear. He died by Broken’s hand. It broke his heart to kill a friend. If only he had been paying closer attention during his watch. If only he had heard the humans approaching. They forced the orcs to sleep outside on the cold ground that night.

They were made to pull wagons until they were brought to a city. On the outskirts they were fed and forced to wash in the river. Once in the city, they were sold off to a caravan. Heavy was sold to a mine, the other three to a passing caravan. Broken was alone. He was not sure what would happen to him, but after that he didn’t care. On the good days he was allowed to eat and sleep without being bothered. He didn’t like to think or try to remember the bad days. He was just waiting for death, not caring about what he ate, where he slept or who was around him. The winter came, went and came again. It was spring and he was moving with the caravan. New slaves were being picked up and he was marching with them. One was a small wolf girl. She was only a child barely four years old, but she seemed happy and full of energy. She stuck with him and refused to leave his side. At night she would tuck into his side, and he liked having the little one close. She was safe with him and made him almost happy.

“Har, why sad?” she asked one bright day as they walked.

“I alone.” He replied with a heavy heart.

“No alone. You have me.” This made him smile that turned into tears. That night he shared his meal with the little one. Her family was forced to sell her so the others could eat, but she didn’t care. She was given food here, so she was happy.

Several days later and she was riding on his shoulder when they were called over by the caravan leader. He showed them to a tall well-built man. He had the look of a man who had seen many battles and hardships, but still tried to smile. He looked up at Harloth and smiled.

“You have taken care of that one well. I think it is my turn to take your burden.” His voice was smooth and calm. A man of honor or at least one trying to reclaim his honor. “Little one, would you like to join me on my farm?” The little wolf looked from Harloth to the man and smiled.

“He smells like you, so I like him.” She said patting Harloth’s shoulder. With a bark, she jumped down and reached up to the warrior. He picked her up and smiled as he took her control coin. A bundle was brought to him, and he shouldered the pack. As the strange warrior turned Harloth saw a broken bunny. Her arms and legs were gone. She was missing her right ear and left eye. Scars covered her body, and he could see the light had left her eye. White skin and fur, with one red eye just stared out at the world.

“Little one this is a friend that needs our help. Will you help me heal her?” The wolf smiled and hugged him. If that man could heal them, protect them, what was stopping Harloth from doing so to himself. He could heal too. He had his health; his mind and he could return as a healed man. His eyes lit up as he saw the smiling face of that wolf. She was waving at him. He looked around feeling a fire lite inside him. A fire he thought long dead. He was no longer broken. He was Blood Blade once more. A few weeks later he was in a town being sold to a large man who didn’t seem to like shirts. The large man told him he was to protect someone named Runt and to help him build things.

“That is where I met you, friend Runt.” Gorloth said smiling. Alex just sat there his hands resting on his chin as he looked into the fire. A drink by his side warming.

“Gorloth, you are my friend, please keep this story away from Lily for now." He pulled out his notebook and turned to the back writing something down and underlining it a few times. “Could you find this strange man again if you wanted?”

“No, I couldn’t even tell you what town that was.” Gorloth’s voice was low and sad.

“We will have to find your friend one day, but you know people, so I trust those women are in good hands.” Alex drained his glass and stood up slowly. “You can stay here tonight. I will be up for a while. Remind me next time Fat Man is in town. I need to have another talk with him.” A chilling smile was on his face.

{Alex}

I needed a bath after that story, and I would have to talk to Lily. That sounded like her sister, if it was a few names would need to be added to my list and crossed off as quickly and in the worse way I could think of. I could think of a fair number of evil things that could happen to someone. Next time I saw Fat Man, I would have to ask him about the limbless bunny. It would not be a bloodless talk this time. I filled the tub, undressed and got into the slightly hot water. Gorloth had left with Orga choosing not to stay the night. Gen was tucked in with Lily, I wasn’t sure who would be staying with me tonight, but my mind wasn’t on that right now. My thoughts were dark, and I had to fight the urge to send Meathead to hunt Fat Man down and drag him back. I needed to get my Warden done as fast as I could so I could focus on this issue. The door opened, but I didn’t notice it. Soft small feet padded their way up to me from behind and a slightly scared voice called out to me. “Can I join you?” It was Uta, but why was she scared? She couldn’t see my face and I wasn’t throwing off blue sparks she wouldn't know that I was upset. Starting to think that all the slavers of this world needed a good talking to with a sharp spike. “Alex?” she asked softly. I turned and tried to focus with a huff. She was nude holding a towel over her breasts and draping down to cover her soft flower. My mind suddenly went blank. It had been a while since I had seen her nude, and it was an amazing sight.

“What?” I asked.

“May I join you?” she asked, again with a slightly worried, slightly playful smile. I just nodded and she set the towel on a ledge before lifting her leg to slide into the tub across from me. It was large enough that five people could sit comfortably but sitting that far away was almost hurtful. She pulled her knees up to her chest hiding her breasts and face. She peeked over her knees at me. “You mad at me?” Why would I be mad? Oh, Gen.

“No, I understand why you did that, I just wish you had talked to me first.” She hid her eyes and shook her head.

“I didn’t think of it until that moment. He needs you; I need you; we all need you.” I slid around the tub to hold her. She pulled away slightly. “How can you hold me after what I did? I enslaved my own brother. He was free for all of one minute. I’m a monster.”

“Fuck that, you give a shit. Far too few people give a shit in this world or any world for that matter.” I grabbed her and pulled her to my side. I didn’t feel like sex at the moment but holding her would be okay.” She leaned into my neck and sobbed. I kissed the top of her head; her ears were back, and she pulled into a smaller ball. This was very uncomfortable; I don’t do feelings. Why do these women keep crying around me? Can’t I just have sex with them, and they stay happy? I needed Lily for this. She understands people. Uta turned around and started hugging me back tucking her head under my chin. I was not in the mood, but my body was. She was hot, nude and touching me close. How could I not react. She sniffed my neck and looked down before looking back up into my eyes. I gave her a strained smile trying to say sorry with my eyes. She jumped up quickly slamming her lips into mine hard. What the hell was going on? Wasn’t she just crying? My arms wrapped around her and pulled her onto my lap. She moved so her lower lips kissed my rock-hard shaft. Pulling back, she gasped breathlessly.

“Thank you, Darlin.” She said, rocking her hips slowly as she wrapped her arms around my neck. What was she thanking me for? I have no idea what is going on.

“What are you thanking me for?” I whispered in her ear. She growled and kissed my neck before biting it.

“For showing you still love me.” She licked up my neck slowly and I dipped down biting her bare neck hard. She gasped and reached down pushing me inside. I moved my hips up to reach higher inside her. I let go of her neck and licked up to her chin and pulled away pulling her chin down to kiss her. It was soft and slow at first but built into something painful and full of passion. My hands moved to that plump and lovely ass, and I started lifting it up before slamming it back down. She moaned into my mouth before sending her tongue to fight with mine. She pulled away and leaned back howling with pleasure, her beautiful cave of wonders clamped down on me and I lost it. I pushed up hard and exploded into her. Her eyes went wide, and I clamped down on her shoulder biting hard and she attacked my shoulder as she clawed at my back. We came down and just held each other. My cock still inside her as she milked every drop out of me. “Thank you for still loving me,” she said, kissing me softly.

“I never stopped loving you.” She giggled and blushed before stealing a kiss.

“I love you too, Darlin.” This brought a smile to my face, and I kiss the front of her neck making her giggle again. We got out, dried off and went to my bed. Lily was there and already sleeping. Maybe I should have come to bed early. Was tonight Yen’s or Mai’s turn with Gen. That boy was spoiled rotten, and I would make sure it stayed that way.