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Brothers	By : Koori Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 1830 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Twenty-Nine– Foster Conway, Age 22
The shouting pulled him out of the embrace of slumber. He found that he had been sleeping upright, sitting on the lap of Kobug, with strong arms wrapped around him. Forcing himself to rouse he tried to assess the situation. The shouting came from Skang who was banging on the steel door above his head with a discarded stone. It was just the men in the small cell, Nignath was missing. Shifting to tell the orc that held him he was awake caused excruciating pain in his chest and he wrapped his arms around his cracked ribs moaning.
"Sorry," Kobug said. "They took Nignath away before she could properly heal you … that was two days ago, the rain hasn't stopped. We've done our best to keep you dry but the water continues rising. I wonder if they mean to drown us here."
The prison reeked. Foster didn't care to think what might be lurking in the water that covered the bottom of the cellar. They had piled the mats in the corner; the one Kobug was sitting at, holding him. It had been a noble attempt but his pants were soaked and he seemed chilled to the bone, though he had moments of feverish burning. Skang stopped his shouting and walked over squatting down in front of them. He brushed a wet finger across Foster's chapped lips. "Sorry," he said. "The water here is undrinkable because of our filth. We were managing to wet our tongues on some rain water from the door as it seeped inside but that has stopped. Hopefully that means the weather has cleared and we'll be released soon. I'm worried about Nignath."
"Thank you for your kindness," Foster said.
Just then the door above them creaked open and they were all blinded by the bright light showering down. Foster held up a hand to shield his eyes.
"You know," Percy said from where he stood above them. "Out of all the things I thought the orcs might be doing to you the past two days, fucking never crossed my mind."
Foster was confused by the comment then he realized the two orcs he shared the prison with were naked. Skang reached up to where their pants had been rolled up and stored out of the water. He winked at Foster as he tossed Kobug one of the bundles. The older orc caught it and stood, carefully setting Foster down as he did. His legs refused to support him and he crumbled into the foul smelling water. "You took woman," Skang said.
"And you couldn't go two days without some popping," the cruel man laughed. "By the Light this hellhole stinks. I was supposed to feed you, not doing that until you clean this pit out."
"Zugzug," Kobug said picking Foster up and tossing him over his broad shoulder. It took everything he had not to scream. One handed he was carried out of the cellar and placed on the muddy ground. "Filth all out," the orc said,
"Cute green-skin, you can grab buckets from barn to aid in cleaning."
As the two orcs shuffled off, Percy bent down and rolled Foster over onto his back. "You've looked better," he said. "You going to live?"
"Trying to," Foster said. "Can Nignath mend me yet? Where is she?"
"Orcs weren't the only ones getting restless," Percy said with an evil grin. "She'll be out to tend to you after she finishes with her morning chores." He spit, some of it splattered Foster on the cheek. "Guessin' you won't be any good for a couple of days." He walked off mumbling to himself about orc whores.
Foster was still lying where he'd been placed when the orcs returned with buckets and mops. Kobug knelt down beside him. "Your leggings are keeping you chilled," he said. "We found a worn blanket. I'm going to remove your leathers and wrap you in it, okay?"
"Dabu," Foster said, his teeth chattering uncontrollably. Soon he was wrapped up in a warm blanket and tucked away under the tarp that had kept the ground mostly dry.
"Rest, I'll just tell them I like my whores healthy" Kobug said as he returned to the cellar to help Skang clean.
"How in the hell did I end up here," Foster thought as he pulled the blanket closer. "I was supposed to propose to Beth, settle down, have kids … help Pa and Nathaniel harvest the fields … please be safe Baby Brother."
He awoke from a dream of being in Bethany's embrace, to find himself being held in another's arms. Nignath's large bare emerald breasts were pressed against him. His cheeks grew red and then even brighter when he realized he was naked in her arms.
"Nignath?" he stuttered.
"Throm'ka, Foster," she said. "This is going to be cold, I'm sorry." He felt the chilly water touch his bare feet first and then she slowly lowered him into the river she stood in.
"I'm watching you, whore … both of you," Percy shouted.
Looking over Foster saw Percy and Arthur's son, Jasper, standing on the riverbank. Kobug and Skang kneeling before them in chains, a shotgun pointed at their backs. "What are you doing?" Foster asked as the orc knelt so he floated in the water before her.
"Your wounds are too severe for me to mend on my own; I need to call upon the spirits to aid me. The river will enhance my healing." She began to chant in her birth tongue and the water around Foster started to swirl, slowly at first then at a greater speed. At the same time it grew warmer and drew him down. "Don't fight it," Nignath whispered as the water flowed over his face. It felt so loving; it was easy to surrender to the sensation. Above him he saw a gorgeous woman; her body seemed to be made out of the river itself. Her hands caressed his battered body.
"So beautiful," he whispered, "I want to stay …"
"There are others that need you," the woman said in voice that reminded him of chiming bells.
"I don't want …"
"Brother!"
At Nathaniel's shout he sat up gasping for air. The woman had disappeared; Nignath was holding him as he choked up the water he'd swallowed. Afterwards she helped him walk to the shore. There he found his leggings clean and dry and slipped them on. He watched as Nignath put on her own tattered dress.
"Feel like my head is full of cotton," he said.
"How's the ribs," Jasper asked as he walked forward with a pair of manacles.
Foster stretched his arms up and to his great relief there was no stabbing pain. "They seem fine," he said. Just then his head started to spin, and he quickly sat down.
"He's still very weak," Nignath said. "The healing has taken a lot out of both of us, but your prize bull will be ready again soon if you let him rest."
"Don't tell me how to treat my property, whore," Jasper hissed.
Foster struggled to his feet. "I'll be okay, Sir," he said trying to draw attention away from Nignath. "Just need to catch my breath."
"Shackle him to his lovers," Jasper ordered, "they can carry him if he falls."
Foster spent the day chained under the tarp, with Nignath tending to him. By the time Kobug and Skang joined them from the fields he was able to sit up on his own. After an evening meal of fried corn mush they were put back in the cellar. Their mats had been a lost so there was now a layer of straw on the ground, to sleep on. The blanket he had been wrapped up in earlier was there along with a second one that looked even more worn.
"Mr. Burton decided your orcs can keep you warm from now on," Percy said as he slammed the heavy door down.
Taking one of the blankets he wrapped it around Nignath's shoulders. As he went to lie down in his customary corner, Kobug spoke, "The dung-eater is right," he said, "We can keep one another warm, sleep closer to us, Brother."
"Brother?" Foster said.
"Dabu," Skang said motioning him over.
Soon he found himself squeezed between Kobug and Nignath with the two blankets shared by all. The orcs seemed to fall asleep quickly, it took Foster longer. They called him brother, he now felt honored-bound that when he did escape they all would.
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