The Warchief and the Shaman
Tiny Fairy Big World
chapter 7
by
Ello
The Orc woman struts happily into the village and marches her way towards the leader's massive hut. You catch glimpses of the hord of Orc women going about their day. Some butchering meat, others forging weapons and even a troop practicing with warhammers and Spears. The hammers easily smashing boulders with a single blow from the frightful strength these women possess.
Luckily non seem to notice the poor little fairy repeatedly getting bashed back and forth angainst that big orc booty. Your captor finally reached a guard and exclaims "I wish to enter and speak with the Warchief!"
"Well Garona, aren't you in a good mood?" The guard replies as she steps aside.
Garona responds "Just a little something I found on my outing." She then reaches down and slaps you twice against her hip painfully squashing you flat against it. The guard looks down at her hip and her eyes widen! "Is that a!?"
"Shhhhh" Garona hisses. "Let's see what the Warchief wants done with him before you get any ideas" She then struts into the wooden structure with the guard following her excitedly. Garona and the guard then kneel down and she unties you from your bindings and let's you crumple onto the floor.
Still disoriented and shaken from the ordeal it takes you a few seconds for your vision to adjust...but when it does your eyes widen and your jaw drops. The Warchief, a gigantic, red skinned orc with emerald green eyes and long, wild golden blonde hair sits before you on a throne wroght of iron weapons and skulls melded together with what seems like grizzly fur rug acting as a cushion. She was exceptionally tall even for an orc, reaching nine feet tall if she stood up. Like the others you've seen she was both scary yet beautiful in a monster woman sort of way. Much like the others she wore a tiny makeshift bra made of tiger fur, barely able to contain her ample tits. At her hips she sported a similar tiger skin loincloth which at the moment didn't even cover her Vagina! Resting beside her throne was a massive gold plated warhammer filled with dents and rusted blood stains from years of battle.
Beside her, sitting on the floor with her legs crossed sat the Shaman, a normal sized Orc though a bit less muscular than the others. She has purple eyes and long black hair that looked like dreadlocks tied up into a pony tail. Her skimpy clothes consisted of leapord skin and she wore a necklace made of various fangs and claws with a clear crystal charm at the center. She had black ink runes tattoeed on her green skin and she held a small staff with a stone hammer head at the top.
The two matriarchs glare at you inquisitively and you snap out of your state and drop to your hands and knees. "Forgive me, I was just exploring the forest I didn't do anything I swe- " the Warchief had shifted her leg and raised her foot.
"You will speak when spoken to maggot" Garona says behind you as she flicks your back sending you rolling towards the Warchief. The Red bombshell doesn't even look down at you as she STOMPS down her foot plastering you beneath her sweaty sole and suffocating you with her orcish musky scent. You had never been under such agonizing pressure and this wasn't even her full weight as she was still seated on her throne.
Garona then started explaining how she found you as the Warchief lifted her foot slightly and cocked her eyebrows as she saw you stuck flat to her sole. She uncaringly used her other foot to scrape you off using her big toe, flicking you towards the Shaman. The Mage Orc picked you up gently and examined you with curiosity and excitement.
"So! Should we swarm the forest and search for more of these pitiful creatures? They're remarkably durable and are said to be Wells of magic despite their size!" Gamora says excitedly.
The Warchief responds
Luckily non seem to notice the poor little fairy repeatedly getting bashed back and forth angainst that big orc booty. Your captor finally reached a guard and exclaims "I wish to enter and speak with the Warchief!"
"Well Garona, aren't you in a good mood?" The guard replies as she steps aside.
Garona responds "Just a little something I found on my outing." She then reaches down and slaps you twice against her hip painfully squashing you flat against it. The guard looks down at her hip and her eyes widen! "Is that a!?"
"Shhhhh" Garona hisses. "Let's see what the Warchief wants done with him before you get any ideas" She then struts into the wooden structure with the guard following her excitedly. Garona and the guard then kneel down and she unties you from your bindings and let's you crumple onto the floor.
Still disoriented and shaken from the ordeal it takes you a few seconds for your vision to adjust...but when it does your eyes widen and your jaw drops. The Warchief, a gigantic, red skinned orc with emerald green eyes and long, wild golden blonde hair sits before you on a throne wroght of iron weapons and skulls melded together with what seems like grizzly fur rug acting as a cushion. She was exceptionally tall even for an orc, reaching nine feet tall if she stood up. Like the others you've seen she was both scary yet beautiful in a monster woman sort of way. Much like the others she wore a tiny makeshift bra made of tiger fur, barely able to contain her ample tits. At her hips she sported a similar tiger skin loincloth which at the moment didn't even cover her Vagina! Resting beside her throne was a massive gold plated warhammer filled with dents and rusted blood stains from years of battle.
Beside her, sitting on the floor with her legs crossed sat the Shaman, a normal sized Orc though a bit less muscular than the others. She has purple eyes and long black hair that looked like dreadlocks tied up into a pony tail. Her skimpy clothes consisted of leapord skin and she wore a necklace made of various fangs and claws with a clear crystal charm at the center. She had black ink runes tattoeed on her green skin and she held a small staff with a stone hammer head at the top.
The two matriarchs glare at you inquisitively and you snap out of your state and drop to your hands and knees. "Forgive me, I was just exploring the forest I didn't do anything I swe- " the Warchief had shifted her leg and raised her foot.
"You will speak when spoken to maggot" Garona says behind you as she flicks your back sending you rolling towards the Warchief. The Red bombshell doesn't even look down at you as she STOMPS down her foot plastering you beneath her sweaty sole and suffocating you with her orcish musky scent. You had never been under such agonizing pressure and this wasn't even her full weight as she was still seated on her throne.
Garona then started explaining how she found you as the Warchief lifted her foot slightly and cocked her eyebrows as she saw you stuck flat to her sole. She uncaringly used her other foot to scrape you off using her big toe, flicking you towards the Shaman. The Mage Orc picked you up gently and examined you with curiosity and excitement.
"So! Should we swarm the forest and search for more of these pitiful creatures? They're remarkably durable and are said to be Wells of magic despite their size!" Gamora says excitedly.
The Warchief responds
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May 30, 2025
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