"Shoborz!" Mokudul shouted. "Shoborz! Open up this sorry excuse for a gate, you old slob!"

There seemed to be no answer for a while until half of the gate swung open another big Orc... Well, big compared to Finte...

"By Malacath's horns, Mokudul the Wanderer... I thought you were long dead."

"You are not Shoborz. Are you that runt of a son he had around last time I was here? Did ya finally kill the old man? Ha, such is the way it should be." Mokudul laughed and grabbed a flask from his belt. "Here, I brought this for the old fart, but he won't be needing it. Did you send him to Malacath or was he weak? Tell me, Larak son of Shoborz."

"He was fierce, but I was better..." Larak answered, still disgruntled. "Tell me... Why does the Master Wanderer grace us with his presence? Did you come to clean father's clock?"

Mokudul laughed, loud as usual. "I was planning to knock the old fart around for a bit, incite a change of chief, but you do Malacath and your father proud. Would you allow a wandering kinsman to trade his goods and set up camp?"

Larak wasn't impressed, but he gestured Mokudul to enter. "Just don't break anything. The Nords are having a civil war right now so trading is difficult."

Mokudul gestured a 'follow me' to Finte. She had been hiding just out of sight while Moku 'greeted' the locals.

"Wait! Just a damn minute, Mokudul." Larak said, when Finte hid behind Moku. "What did you pick up on your travels? A slave? Did you fall off your rock one day and let Molag Bal pick you up?"

"Ha! No such thing! This is my honor bound servant. I killed her slaver and honor dictates that she follows me now. By the way, is Sharamph still your Wise Woman?"

"Mother remains the Elder, yes... I'll have a tent set up for your... pet."

With Moku leading her into the stronghold, Finte felt at ease. Mor Khazgur was like most strongholds; a tree-log palisade enclosing a fair area up against a mountain. Within the stronghold there stands Larak's longhouse, a few small huts, some stables and animal pens. On the far side of the gate, behind the longhouse stands the smithy with a path that hooks around and up a ramp towards the entrance of the mine.

As they neared the longhouse an Orc woman dressed in a black, hooded robe greeted them. Well... Greeted... Before any words were exchanged the old Orc slapped Mokudul in the face. Undisturbed by the slap to the chops Moku reached down and hugged the woman.

"Did you miss me that much?" He said as he pulled back.

Sharamph looked at Finte for a moment, clearly examining every bit of her body. It had been a long time since Finte had felt eyes roaming her body like this. Her time as a slave had drowned that feeling out long ago. Her captor had never clothed her and now that Moku was her master, she didn't feel the need to either. This elderly Orc made her feel indecent though.

Without warning Sharamph reached out to her and started probing her pussy, which was still sore from the first day she 'met' Moku. With her other hand Sharamph fondled Finte's breasts, kneeding them until her nipples perked up. A mildly satisfied look graced the old Orc's complexion.

Sharamph turned to Mokudul.

"This is highly unusual Mokudul, son of Grolgorath. The code you preach says nothing about owning a slave, but we here certainly do not worship Molag Bal. She has a fine body though..."

"Molag Bal has no hold on me, girl." Moku scoffed.

"Do not forget, that while you blame me for what happened last time I was here, it was all your own doing. Tell me with a straight face Sanguine did not possess you. You proved the fact that the old slob wasn't able to please you anymore quite well... This girl isn't like you however. She offered herself to me, not for lust, but for her honor."

Sharamph abruptly released Finte. She looked rather ashamed under her dark hood.

"Now, I didn't come here to preach to you today. Lighten up girl, I came here for your help."

Sharamph raised head, tilting it slightly.

"And what would you ask of an old woman?"

"I want you to teach this human the alchemy you are renowned for among the strongholds. She has affinity for it and she really needs your help. The proof of that is already on your hands..."

Sharamph looked at the hand she had used to feel up Finte's pussy... It was slightly bloodied and smelled of sex, wrapped in an oily flower bouquet...

They say nostalgia hits like a mammoth... The smell of Finte's crotch juices stirred something in Sharamph that made her blush profusely... She immediately grabbed Finte by her hand and dragged her off to her hut.

Finte glanced back at Mokudul. He was talking to Chief Larak again, but he gave her a smile when he noticed her. The submissive in her sighed in relief... Moku made her feel like a good girl... Finte couldn't be happier... Or so she thought...

Sharamph's hut was certainly more spacious than one would expect. Several chests and cabinets lined the walls. While Finte looked around the dim lit hut Sharamph rummaged around one of the chests. From afar it looked like it was filled to the brim with flasks. She pulled out a large flask with a reed craddle and grabbed a wooden bowl from a cupboard. The viscous liquid she poured from the flask spread a sweet smell around the hut.

Sharamph turned to Finte and grabbed her by her collar.

"Can you understand me?" She asked.

"Finte listen." Finte stated, unexpectedly proud she was asked to speak...

"Listen then. Mokudul is big. He is too big for you really, but you seem to have broken yourself for him. I can fix you so that you'll be good for him, but it will hurt..."

Finte felt her pride sinking... "Please don't hurt Finte... Finte good girl..." she said, holding back a tear.

Sharamph took a moment to contemplate, but quickly placed a reassuring hand on Finte's head.

"I'll give you something for the pain, don't worry..."

She pulled a small white phial from a drawer and gave it to Finte.

"Drink this and lie down on my bed." Sharamph said and Finte happily complied.

The content of the phial tasted wicked sweet, but it warmed Finte's entire throat on its way down. She was just about clear enough to make it to the bed before she was enveloped by and all encompassing haze. A slight breeze blew into the hut... The cold touch of air brushing past her nipples made her buckle.

Sharamph grabbed the bowl and scooped up some of the viscous oil on her hand. Finte lay before her on the bed. As Sharamph spread Finte's legs she could see what she had imagined was correct. Finte may have been a sex-toy, but Mokudul had stretched her past her limit... Sharamph sighed as nostalgia hit her square in the gut... So this was what she had looked like all those years ago...

Sharamph thoroughly massaged every bit of Finte's crotch with the oil, before spreading her open. Tenderly she massaged Finte's vaginal walls, applying ever more oil to the wounded girl and opening her up until Sharamph could fit her hand inside Finte. Meanwhile Finte would have probably been out of her mind with pain, but she was locked away in a fluffy box of bliss. The drug Sharamph gave her sent her there and would probably keep her there for another few hours...

With a cute puppet at her disposal Sharamph couldn't resist having a bit of fun with Finte. She probably wouldn't have minded anyway... When Sharamph started playing with Finte's breasts, she noticed these had become fully active. Squeezing Finte's nipples softly made her spill droplets of milk, which Sharamph couldn't resist having a taste of... Finte wasn't just a good girl... She was perfect...

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This is a work of (pure adult) fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.