PS: it is probably best to brace, cause it's not horribly pleasant. They probably don't keep very many woman anyway, and because they now like Calla they would keep them where she wouldn't see them cause it would upset her.

XXVI. Watching me, wanting me/I can feel you pull me down/Saving me, raping me, watching me

Azog did not return to the tent until hours after the sun had gone down, when many of the orcs were sleeping and even then he did not stay for long. "I have to go back," he said softly by her ear, holding her in the dark tent knowing they would not be seen for no flame was lit as it normally was.

"You cannot stay?"she mumbled nearly inaudible, wishing for him to be far from Lug should he decide to kill Azog as he slept - a cowardice way, a way an orc was not likely to choose, but she feared it all the same.

He shook his head, reluctantly unwinding his arms from around her. "I cannot risk him turning more against me," he told her softly, knowing what she feared for it worried him too.

She sighed unhappily at what she said next. "You should take her," she told him, wanting to say anything but what she just did.

He looked down at her surprised, laying with the woman the farthest thing from his mind. But she was right, if he did not care for her then it would be strange of him to visit her in the night - unless he had come to the tent to rape the yellow haired woman. She got down on her hands and knees the moment he walked to her and he knelt behind her, now faced with the problem of not wanting to; the evidence being in his limp flesh. In all truth Calla had spoiled him, with her lovely body and round breasts and soft skin that he had craved to squeeze and hold against him - this woman was thin and sharp, she was not Calla and he did not want her.

Calla saw this, it was so clear to her when he turned to her that she nearly smiled at his inability to lay with the other woman; it warmed her, touched her heart, to see he did truly love her. But Lug could not know that, and so Azog must bed the woman whether either Azog or Calla wanted him to or not. And so even though it hurt her that another woman would feel him inside her, she moved to him and sat on her knees beside him. The woman turned her head to look behind her and Calla barked, "Do not take your eyes from the tent in front of you," in such a hard commanding voice that the woman complied immediately. It was as unkind as Calla had ever been, but she held little care for the woman Azog would lay with when it was not her herself he would move inside.

Azog's brow knitted as he looked at her, wondering what she was doing as she turned him to her; though it was apparent when she laid her body out with her head on his legs, and he stiffened in seconds as he spread his legs around her realizing what would come.

Several times before had Calla taken him in her mouth, leaving him moaning and crying out vulnerable and completely submissive in the palm of her hand. He had never felt such pure ecstasy as when her throat constricted around his head, her tongue rough and stroking as she sucked, her teeth dragging against his flesh, her hands between his legs kneeding his thighs or sack, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he came hard and long in her succulent mouth.

That was not this night, for though the woman could not speak there were other ways of telling; and Calla pleasured him enough to make him need to find a release. The woman sat on her hands and knees, listening as the large orc released a chocked groan and his breathing deepened; knowing the woman was doing something to him to make him ready. And then he grabbed her hips and jerked them toward him, impaling her violently leaving her tongueless mouth wanting to cry out in pain from his girth. But she staid still and quiet as he pounded into her, feeling his need and desire for the dark haired woman in his thrusts and hearing them in his moans. She had been whipped enough to know to do as she was told, so she kept her eyes on the tent and wondered what slowed his hips and had him nearly crying out - wondering what she was doing to provoke those sounds.

Azog opened his mouth for her tongue moaning as her hand moved down his stomach and between his legs, stroking and squeezing around the base of manhood, and his hips jerked violently as a hive buzzed beneath his skin. He came growling deep in his throat, Calla feeling the vibration on her tongue as she fought with his, and she released her hold on him as he leaned his head against her chest breathing deeply.

"You should go," she said softly, greatly wishing he wouldn't; now that he'd obviously found a release there was no reason for him to stay, none but her and Lug could not see that. And so Azog stood on almost shaky legs, knowing she was aroused and would find no release for many days to come until Lug left, and reluctantly he left her to lay aching and in need. And ache she did. She only ever pleased him with her mouth when she did not want to lay with him, for it left her half crazed with lust from how desperate he became at the whims of her mouth. And so she settled on her back wanting Azog inside her as he had not been in over a week, something she wondered when he would be again and it only made her burn more.

Calla looked over surprised when the woman crawled next to her, laying on her side pressed against her. Out of shock Calla did not register what the woman was doing until she had one of her nipples between her lips and a hand between her legs, her teeth nipping and her lips sucking, her fingers taking the place of a man and her thumb stroking her bud making her gasp. Within moments Calla was writhing on the ground, her chest heaving as she fought to keep quiet, her release building until it overflowered and her body shuddered as the woman's fingers curled within her. And then she was gone, the woman turning away on her side leaving Calla breathless and in shock at what had just occured - at the amount of pleasure she had just felt, at how satisfied she was so that sleep came easier as she turned to bury her burning face in Daisy's fur.

The blonde woman did not fall asleep immediately, there was too much on her mind; never before had she seen, or heard, anything like she had that night - a woman pleasing an orc willingly, being treated kindly by the orcs of her pack. It was baffaling and enraging for her own mistreatment, and then a thought came to her and it all became too obvious - the large pale orc loved the dark haired woman, and from the looks of her face she loved him too. How strange, she thought, and so human a thing; this was something Lug would want to know, he had told her to find a weakness in the pale orc named Azog and to come and tell him - or in her case write it. But she remembered the dark haired woman's words to the other orc, I don't suppose there is any way he would let her stay with us when they leave, such kindness in her, such goodness. If she were to lie then she would be killed, in a horrid way that would make her scream for she had seen several women killed in such a manner, and so she would tell Lug; she had to, for it was the only way for her to survive even if the dark haired woman did not. And it was so clear Lug wanted her, to see the pale orc had her had Lug craving her all the more; and he would show her no love, no kindness, he would rape her and then whip her. It was thinking those thoughts, of the pretty dark haired woman younger than herself naked and screaming as she was whipped relentlessly, that had her curling in on herself in shame and turmoil not knowing what to do.

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Azog did not come to the tent but to lay with his slave, and many times he brought her out and took her in front of the others; but Calla always touched him first, making him stiff and in need with her hands or mouth before he would lay with the woman. It never grew easier to see, and Lug always ensured she was at his side when Azog was on his knees in front of them all; not many of the orcs besides Lug payed Azog any mind, rape being nothing new or exciting, though most all of them were watching Calla - whether Azog's orcs to see how she was fairing, it getting under their skin to see Lug so near her and taking her apart with his eyes, or Lug's orcs who wished tear her dress off and watch as they all raped her. It was days of this, turning to more than a week, and Azog and his orcs were all waiting for Lug to leave, but he did not seem to have plan of leaving anytime soon.

Lug coaxed Azog to go on a raid with him, for old time's sake, and with many of his orcs Azog agreed and he saw just how cruel and vicious Lug had become. People he tore apart, women he devoured, and never was he satisfied for he wanted it all. And Azog's chest constricted when Lug's eyes turned to Calla, his dark beady eyes raping her as he licked his lips, and it nearly hurt Azog to imagine what would happen to her should Lug kill him. It was nothing compared to Calla's fear, for many a time Lug would touch her while Azog took the blonde woman, a hand on her back or cupping her bottom or once even in her breast; and the desire, and dangerous threat lay in his eyes when they met hers. She was terrified of him. So fearful of him were all of Azog's orcs, for they would not receive kind treatment from Lug for staying with Azog, that not a single one of them spoke of Calla being Azog's mate - only an object of sex. And no one dared tell Lug of Bolg, who stayed with the two orcs hidden far in a mass of trees protecting Azog's heir.

Most of the time Calla remained in the tent with Daisy, caring for the pups before they were old enough to train and then it was only Daisy to keep her company. The blonde woman would not look at her, would not even acknowledge her when Calla asked her anything not even when she offered food. Calla could not blame her, not when the woman was left bare for all the world to see, her tongue cut from her mouth so they could rape her in silence, not with the scars all over her body from a whip; not when the worst Calla had been through was an orc trying and failing to rape her, and Azog loving her - though that was the best thing that had happened, for she loved him greatly in return. But never would Calla have imagined that the woman did not look at her out of guilt, not until one evening late into the night when the woman slipped out of the tent, her waking Daisy who in turn sat up silently and woke Calla. In her sleepy mind Calla only found it strange, alarm bells tolling only faintly enough to keep her awake after she laid back down. But she felt Daisy stiffen, and her heart began a ferocious pounding in her chest when her white warg made no sound - Azog having already come earlier - and it filled her with more horror when Daisy slipped her way further into the shadows.

Her breathing cut short at the feel of a blade digging into the skin of her throat. "Make a sound and I kill you," Lug said quietly, she hadn't even heard him, and she wondered if he had slipped into the tent long before she'd woken or if he had moved quiet enough to have come in without her knowing.

She dared not move, every intake of breath pushing her neck further against his blade, and she felt him settle on her waist heavy and terrifying as she thought of what was to come. In that moment, fear climbing inside her heart and winding in its flesh, she did not know whether Azog would risk defying Lug by saving her - if by doing so would cause a war, one Azog could not win - and she did not know what Lug planned to do with her. The unknowing kept her stock still in fear as Lug traced her body with his hand, pulling off her dress as he went until she was completely bare.

"Oh what a treasure Azog has found in you," he breathed as he took in her body in the dim light; no bones stuck sharply out of her skin, emotion was laced in every beat of her heart - the fact that life still was seen in her eyes was proof Azog cared for her, for she was content in living unlike many of the women Lug kept for his orcs. It was in that, her very essence of being, that made her so appealing; she was a flame and the orcs moths, they were drawn to her. And Lug was straddling her naked body, holding her immobile and silent so that he may do as he pleased. And there was so very much he wished to do to her.

song is Haunted by Evanescence

I guess I have nothing else to say but the unpleasantness is next chapter; however, I still don't do strictly rape so rest assured on that.