by Agatha
It was the same routine, night in and night out. Shugluk had had his fill of it. He was tired of the eventless tunnel patrols in the depths of the master's tower. Shugluk had grown too comfortable being stationed in his beloved home in the dark land of The Eye. He longed for battle once again and the rich taste of man flesh. He especially longed for the old days, when him and his boys pilaged and invaded. Even better than the somewhat tough and battle-worn flesh of men was the ever so tender meat of the women, and this prize had been plentiful in the past when Shugluk the Terrible had lead his troops into the lands of men.
Now his duties were in The Tower. He roamed the darkness nightly, his only joy coming from feeding the dirty, sneaky elves, men and dwarves to The Spider.
One night, Shugluk stalked through as usual, the only sound being his heavy armor clanking. He passed a still figure caught in one of Her Ladyship's webs. It was old Bockle, his older bully of a brother who was in charge of the upper halls. He must have wandered stupidly down to where he should not be. The spider only let the orcs that fed her live.
'That useless wretch will make her Majesty a fine meal', he chuckled to himself. The spectacle lifted his spirits and he hummed a merry tune to himself as he finished his patrol,
'I will take the flesh of a man
better n' hens or horse or ham
roasted or boiled or fryed in a pan
with crackling skin, burnt to a tan
But there is a food of more delicate flavor
The daughters of men, so tender to savor
Their meat roasted pink
their long hair burned clean
never too tough or too stringy or lean...'
Shugluk had forgotten the rest. His mum used to sing that song to him before bed and he could remember the joy in her yellow eyes when his father brought home a plump girl for the pot.
The thought had made him quite hungry indeed and he ventured back towards to the main hold.
'Perhaps the boys are cookin up somthin' savory. An elf or a spy.'
But when Shugluk got back, he was quite surprised at who was there waiting for him.
'Hola! Shugluk!' a great, fat orc named Ripgutt gave Shugluk a welcoming grin.
'You great toad!' Shugluk growled,'what brings you to my charge?'
The fat Captain of the Gaurd held a squiming bag out to Shugluk, who lifted a brow as high yelps sounded from inside the burlap.
'what is that?' he snapped,'some joke?'
'Haha! No no, m'boy! It's a reward for you, it is! From the Boss - a reward for your so-called hard work in this pit. I normally would'a kept it fer m'self despite the boss-man's wishes, but I got her sister', Ripgutt rubbed his big belly and belched loudly, then tossed the sack at Shugluk and turned to leave.
Shugluk ripped open the bag in a hurry and it's content spilled in a heap of soft limbs and long brown hair upon the ground. Shugluk grinned as he grabbed the girl by the hair and pulled her face close to his, lifting her delicate feet off the ground. Big wet tears streamed from her big blue eyes and rolled down her soft cheeks. Shugluk marveled at the plushness and softness of her flesh, rubbing a rough clawed hand along the soft curve of her hip. She was stark naked and a sight for hungry eyes. Her flawless, creamy flesh covered all her bones and ribs well and her full, rosy breasts tremhemorrhage as the orc grabbed her by the arms and held her in front of him. Her soft middle gave way to a trimmed muff. What a prize!
'Please', the girl cried as more tears flooded her eyes and wetted her full pink lips,'please don't torture me! Kill me quickly!'
Shugluk chuckled to himself, showing a row of sharp yellow fangs that caused the unfortunate girl even more grief.
'This is going to be fun', he wispered in a low growl, slipping a long, dirty claw down the girl's soft skin and into her tight woman-lips. Despite her plight, her sex responded to the large finger, and gushed slightly as she wimpered, now in pleasure as well as fear.
This fasinated Shugluk. He could smell the sweet perfume of her dripping sex. He slipped his finger in a little more and the girl moaned slightly. Amazing! Absolutly amazing. What a fun meal this would be! Shugluk grapped the girl's hair and pulled her, kicking and screaming, out of the room and off into the darkness.
The main hall lay in the upper level of The Tower, and it was a place where the orcs could rest, cook and sleep between duties. The room had a series of fire pits. The dark walls were quaintly decorated with dried human remains and fierce dragon skulls, for the moral of the orcs had to be kept high.
Shugluk burst through the double doors, his tender prize held fast as he gripped a tuff of her long hair and dragged her into the room. A group of grunt orcs were congregating around a fire pit and they all turned their ugly heads to gawk hungrily at the human captive.
“Wot’s that you’ve got there, Shug?” a pale skinny orc scramhemorrhage over to the girl and began to sniff about her hair and breasts. She tremhemorrhage as his putrid breath touched her shoulder. Before the orc could violate her further, Shugluk gave him a hearty, back-handed thwack that sent him tumbling across the room. The other orcs bust into laughter as the weak one barely missed the fire pit.
A large, angry-looking orc stalked dangerously over to Shugluk, having decided that the prize should be his. Without a word, the big orc snatched the girl by her ankles and began to drag her away. Shugluk was quick and grabbed the girl’s wrists. The two orcs growled at each other as they both pulled, and the girl was certain that she would be torn in half. She began to cry and beg for mercy, but Mercy was not a word in either of the orcs’ vocabulary.
“Dice her up! Let us all have a taste!” an orc shouted from the group. This activated the others and they began to hoop and holler wildly,
“Cut her in half!”
“There be plenty of her to go ‘round!”
“I want a thigh!”
“No! I get the thighs! You can have the arms!”
“I want some of that rump and those fat breasts! Have you ever seen breasts on a human like THAT before?!”
“Aye, she’s a beauty, she is!”
Shugluk decided that he had had enough of the whole thing. He was hungry and annoyed. Being a battle-seasoned orc who had seen many wars, he was quite keen with a blade. He drew his mean sword fast and the big orc’s head was off and rolling before anyone could see what had happened.
“Get the blazes out!” Shugluk growled at the others, who needed no encouragement as they shuffled out the door like frightened dogs.
Shugluk took a deep breath and glanced at the large orc’s headless carcass. Shugluk would stew that tough meat later. Right now he had a very tender meal to deal with.
Shugluk walked over to the girl, who had managed to huddle into a corner during the commotion. He grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her to her feet. She was crying bitterly.
“Please! Please spare me, sir!” she croaked, “I’ll do anything you want!”
Shugluk grinned at this. This would be more fun than he thought. The weeping girl buried her head into his armored chest and cringed as she realized that the steel plates were bound with human flesh. Shugluk petted her head, relishing in her frantic energy and drinking it in like a vampire.
“There, there”, coaxed in the kindest voice an orc could muster, “perhaps I’ll let you live, my dear.”
The girl looked up with a glint of hope in her eyes. Shugluk smiled at her, his yellow teeth like sharp knives. Then he placed a hand upon her head and pushed her down. Those next few moments were the worst moments of the girl’s life. She went up and down quickly and Shugluk threw his head back and roared as he felt a great release. Afterwards he pulled her back up again and she grinned a messy grin at him, her hair a fright. Shugluk enjoyed the fragile hope of the girl’s tender heart. His own black heart swelled with malice cruelty.
“No good”, he laughed, “I think I’ll spit you alive.”
The girl’s expression turned to terror and Shugluk threw her over his shoulder. He called in two human slaves who brought with them a sharp steel spit. The pitiful, half-starved forms struggled under the weight of the device and placed it by the fire. Next came a bucket. Shugluk held the girl by her neck so that she could not struggle, and placed her over the bucket. He drew his sword and sliced her soft midsection, spilling her sweet guts into the pan. The girl’s face stiffened and her eyes froze. She felt her body go numb and her mind drift somewhere else. The slaves knew the routine and held the spit up into the air. Once the girl was cleaned out, and Shugluk had leisurely licked his bloody hands clean, the girl was placed rear-end-first onto the sharp edge and driven down. The spit passed through her open cavity and up her throat. It came out of her tender mouth, forcing her head back.
Before Shugluk placed her on the fire, he felt the soft flesh one last time, squeezing the creamy thighs and fat rump. The flesh yielded easily to his fingers.
“Your people must have ate well off their land before we ruined it and killed you all off”, he chuckled, “a son of the gentle west, no doubt.”
Shugluk usually liked his meat raw, but had decided to cook this special meal to enhance the rich flavor of the meat. He turned the spit slowly and watched the soft flesh crackle, the hair burn off and the eyes blacken.
“Drat”, he muttered, “shoulda’ kept that pretty, tart-faced head of hers!” Oh well. This would be a feast to remember.
When the meat was slightly browned, shugluk removed his culinary masterpiece and let it cool a bit. Then he dug in like a ravenous beast. He ripped a meaty arm from the socket and sunk his sharp fangs into it. The rare, bloody juices and fat smeared his face and he munched and crunched. Then he tried a thigh, the thick meat so juicy and well-marhemorrhage that it practically fell into his mouth. Next came the rump and then the ribs. Shugluk feasted until there was nothing left of the girl but bone and crunched cartilage.
The delicious smell of the cooking girl must have wafted down the hallways, for the other orcs poked their heads into the doorway and drooled hungrily. Shugluk roared and they scampered away.
By the time the weaker orcs dared to venture in again, Shugluk was resting by the fire. He picked his teeth with one of the girl’s cracked metacarpals, feeling full and happy as he guzzled a pint.
“Dig in, scum!” he laughed as he motioned towards the girl’s remains, “even her bones are sweet.” And with that he fell into a deep, satisfied sleep.
Here ends the tale of Shugluk’s girl-feast. Many battles followed and Shugluk enjoyed the rich taste of men and woman until the end of his days, when he was killed in a great battle by an exiled king who’d decided to return.
The end