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An Incubus Life - 160 - Vida 1 of 2 (POV flashback)
🕑 Added 2023-11-22 03:50:36 +0000 UTCChapter 160 Vida Part 1 of 2 (flashback to present)
Vida entered the yard, and her brother tossed her a club wrapped in thick padding. She caught it clumsily and quickly examined it for damage. Her brother Makkil picked up a similar club. “Your first test is coming, Sasha.”
“Why do I have to fight in the trials?” Vida whined. Her body looked thin and frail compared to most others her age.
“The village must send twenty every solar cycle, and you are chosen. Let me help you prepare. You can use whatever weapons you find on the grounds.”
“You just want to beat me with a stick again,” she balked.
“That too. But I am the only one who thinks you can make it out of the trails,” he hadn’t waited, and her block was too slow. The blow hit her in her shoulder, knocking her to the ground. Her brother didn’t give her time to recover a whacked her ass, causing her to shriek in pain. She rolled away to stand.
He advised, “If you get caught on the ground like that, your opponent will not hesitate to strike you.” He came at her again.
Two hours later, Vida was bruised and filthy from being knocked down dozens of times. Her hip and ass hurt the most as he targeted those areas. According to her brother, her only redeeming trait was that she got back every time. It showed she had some fight in her. She didn’t like her brother, but he was indeed helping her prepare for the trials.
The trials were both an opportunity and a curse. If you won three matches, then you would be given an apprenticeship and allowed to be a citizen of Mercanious. If you lost three matches, then you would be sent to the transit cities and exiled from Mercanious forever.
The transit cities were a nightmare from rumor. Orcs sent there formed their own government, and new arrivals were enslaved. Or so that is what every young orc was told when the ice orc teachers educated them.
Or you could take a second chance opportunity and be sent to the planet of the elves of humans. You did not get to choose which planet just choose one. Then, you would fight, and if you could find your way back to Mercanious, you would be celebrated as a hero. How to get back to Mercanious from another star—they did not tell you how.
When the day came to go to the trials, her family sent her off with an elaborate meal. It was the only nice thing she could remember them doing for her. But as the meal progressed, she discovered the send-off was just an excuse for them to have a fancy meal.
The train ride to the trials site was seven hours, and the train was full of dozens of young orcs, a mix of all colors: white, gray, green, and brown. There were already a few clicks of groups already familiar with each other. Sasha had no friends in her village, but she knew most of the other eighteen members traveling on the train with her. The twentieth selection from her village had died two days ago from an illness.
There were two groups sent to the trails. The fodder for those who were destined to succeed. The ones who would succeed were mostly white-skinned orcs. Sasha looked around and noticed that the grays and greens on the train were all smaller and looked malnourished.
Her brother’s beatings had hardened her some, but she still felt inadequate looking across the aisle at a female orc the same height as her and twice the mass, mostly muscle. At least she would only fight other females in the trials. When the train arrived in the city, she was awestruck at the buildings reaching into the sky and the sheer volume of orcs walking around.
The guards ushered her group forward. Those who knew what to expect walked confidently while Sasha edged forward, worried. Citizens of the city watched them pass. A few steam-powered transports roared by as they walked as well. The activity was overwhelming; she was at the coliseum before she realized it. Her group was in the center of the circular building with thousands of seats. A large ice orc, easily a head taller and twice as wide as anyone she had ever seen, stood on a stone pillar.
He addressed the mass of young orcs, “Welcome to your trials. Three victories will earn you the right to be accepted into a clan. Three losses, and you will be exiled to the transit!” His voice boomed and echoed in the stadium. He let the announcement sink in, but it was not anything she and her fellows did not already know.
“To achieve victory, your opponent must submit. If you maim or kill your opponent, then it will be counted as a loss against you,” he stepped off the twenty-foot pillar and landed softly. There was something about this orc that drew in Sasha. His strength and bearing—she wanted to be closer to him. She was not the only one; as she shuffled forward, so did a number of others.
A loud whack, and a small ice orc female went flying. The orc bellowed, “I am a Champion. I will not sully myself with you like. Win your three matches, and then talk to me.” He was addressing the female struggling to regain her feet.
Her group was shuffled to a large barracks under the seats, and each was given a number. Sasha’s was two hundred and seventeen. The beds were hardwood, and she felt alone as others sought allies. Dinner was brought to them. Each person was handed a bowl of mashed potatoes with large chunks of fatty meat and chopped bamboo shoots. Even without seasoning, it was hot and filling, and her portion was larger than she could eat.
The trials did not start for three days as a few more participants arrived. These new participants were given better accommodations and had a private room. As Sasha was lying on her wooden bed, a green-skinned orc, much older than herself, stood over her. Sasha was ready for a fight as more than a few had already broken out. They were only stopped if things got out of control.
“You have the old blood in you,” the orc woman said.
Sasha looked up at the female. She had a large tattoo on her throat. She reflexively reached up for it and touched it, “It means I have been silenced and condemned for speaking out against the white ones. My life is forfeit.”
Sasha boldly asked, “Then why are you here?”
“I am being sent to Earth, another planet. When you lose all three of your matches, I will select you to come with me. Do not choose to go into the transit unless you want to breed like worg bitch,” she said and turned and talked to a few others, all females, before leaving. Sasha was confused but thought it best to keep to herself. She was not planning on losing.
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Sasha’s heart thudded in her chest. This was her first trial. Her first fight. The coliseum was packed with thousands of orcs, but there were five fights going on at once. The arena floor had a large pillar in the center and five circles of white stone spaced evenly around it. On each circle, about forty feet across, the orc teens were paired off for a fight.
Sasha could not get distracted. Her opponent was a gray-skinned orc. She was the fastest orc she had ever seen. A guard nearby announced. “Begin.”
The fat orc charged her. Sahsa planned to dodge and get behind the fat orc, but as her body moved, her ponytail was left behind, and a lightning-quick stab of the thick arm grabbed it. She was whipped backward, and her head slammed into the ground, and her vision went black.
She woke on her wooden bed, the same female standing over her. “You are fine, just concussion. It was not the best showing for your first trial fight. One of the quickest defeats in history.”
“I lost?” Sasha said groggily.
“Lost and laughed at. Good thing you were unconscious,” the woman barked a laugh. “With that pathetic showing, you will be paired with a white that needs a win next.” She took out a ball and slid it into Sasha’s hand, “Hold this tight and focus on it.”
Confused, Sasha di as instructed. The ball started to glow blue. The woman snatched the ball and hid it. “Good girl. You are a shaman, a weak water one, but still, you have the potential.” She pointed at the toilets, “I am staying just beyond there. Come see me every night, and we will see if we can tap that potential.”
“If I am a shaman, then I can leave the trials?” Sasha asked hopefully.
“If you were stronger, they might tie you in the basement of a Pyramid to charge their keystones. But you are not that strong, girl. Keep it secret, and when you fail in the trials, I will select you to be part of my team,” Sasha grabbed her wrist before she could leave.
“What team? How do you know I am going to lose?” Sasha pleaded.
“You will lose. The trials are not what you think they are. They are to prove to the citizens that the pale ones are superior. There may be equal whites, grays, and greens, but ninety percent of the three victories will be the whites.” The woman stood, “Do as I say, and I will teach you to use your power, and you may live.”
That night, she went through the bathrooms and found the woman’s room. She paused as she heard grunts inside. She cautiously opened the door to peek in. The woman was bent over a bed while a pale orc was driving into her from behind. His guard clothes were strewn over the floor. She was not seen, and her desires stirred, watching as the guard’s tempo increased. His pale ass thrusting over and over into the woman she came to see. She tingled and felt electricity between her legs as she loosened up. Sasha reached inside her pants and rubbed herself.
Before she had satisfaction, the guard moaned and thrust one last time, holding his shaft inside the woman. After a few seconds, he pushed her away and turned. Sasha stared at his softening six-inch penis. He looked at her as he dressed, unconcerned with being caught. When he was dressed, he left.
“Come in and close the door,” the naked woman said, sitting up.
The smell in the room aroused Sasha, but she didn’t know what to do, staring at the naked woman. “I came as you directed,” she finally said. “You never told me your name.”
“Names are unimportant, and if you come with me to Earth, they will burn yours out of your memory anyway. Sit, and we can begin your training,” the woman said. “If it makes it easier, call me Zeka. We only have a few weeks. Sit!” She barked an order, and Sasha sat.
Sahsa obediently sat, and Zeka covered herself with a sheet. “We will begin with learning to sense your aether core….”
The lessons happened every night all night. The guard was there as well, aggressively pounding Zeka. Zeka admitted on the third night, “I let him loose inside me in hopes of coming with a child before I am sent to Earth. I plan to live a long time and have many plans. He is also looking the other way while you come to me for teaching.”
“Is it enjoyable?” Sasha asked.
Zeka laughed, “Probably more so for me than him. I used some pheromones to rile him up. A male usually becomes lustful once a week if lucky. I have had that boy squeezing his sack every day for two. I am surprised he has anything left.”
Sasha’s next trial was as Zeka had predicted. An ice orc shorter than her stood across from her in the circle. She was not very big, and Sasha remembered seeing her coming from the individual rooms. Her opponent was from one of the more powerful clans.
Sasha could tell she was trained to fight, too. Her offset stance and bent knees, ready to respond. She wondered how this female had lost her first fight. A number of orcs in the stands were even cheering for her. She had family that actually cared about her. That made her angry.
Sasha ran at the ready young orc, but Sasha dove at her legs instead of fighting with fists. Her opponent tried to step aside, but Sasha still got one leg and rode her to the ground. The white orc panicked and pounded on the back of Sasha’s head with her fists. But Sasha managed to straddle her chest, pinning her to the ground, and started punching. At first, the young orc blocked most of the blows, but Sasha’s attacks came furious and fast, and soon they started connecting.
She tuned out the crowd as she connected over and over again. A guard pulled her off her defeated opponent. Her white skin was marred with red smears and cuts. Sasha’s chest heaved as she smiled. She was victorious. The adrenaline continued to flow. A shaman came and knelt to check the unconscious body. The shaman turned to the guard, “Her right eye is destroyed.”
The soldier looked back and forth from Sasha to her opponent and then to the stands where the orcs who had cheered her opponent sat. The guard then announced, “Number 217 has maimed her opponent. It is a loss for her.”
A chill went down Sasha’s spine, and she fell to her knees as they went weak on her. Her victory was exchanged for a defeat.
That night, she was in Zeka’s room, yelling, “I won! They took it from me!”
Zeka shook her head, “Did you think they would let you achieve three victories? Your path forward is learning to use your aether. When we get to Everhome, you can help me establish a clan away from the white orcs.” Sasha fumed but listened to her mentor. She redoubled her efforts and was even beginning to learn to pull aether from her core and shape it.
For her third match, her last chance to avoid the fate of being exiled, she sat stunned in the circle. Across from her was her first opponent. The one who had defeated her without any effort. Sasha asked the guard, “We already fought. There must be some mistake. Shouldn’t I fight someone who has already lost at least once?”
The guard looked at her without pity, “The matches are chosen by the Night Moon clan. You shouldn’t have maimed the clan leader’s daughter in your last match.” Sasha’s voice did not work.
Her opponent did not even rush her this time. She just walked confidently forward. Sasha punched her three times quickly, but the overweight orc’s thick body just absorbed the blows. Sasha darted away, keeping her distance. The crowd started booing as the fat woman stalked her around the circle.
“Weapons!” Came a call from the stands. The guard nodded, and a single club was tossed in the circle, conveniently close to the fat orc. Sasha darted forward, knowing her only chance was to get the club before her opponent. She realized it would not happen and went into a slide, aiming to kick the fat orc’s knee.
Instead, the orc just fell on Sasha. She was trapped as the meaty fists rained down. “I concede!” Sahsa yelled over and over again, protecting her face. It was minutes before the guard pulled the fat orc away.
Sahsa’s face was swollen, but she had protected her eyes. The guard barely looked at her before declaring victory for her opponent. She was certain that if she had been maimed, then she would have still lost, her injury overlooked.
She had trouble walking to the barracks. No one helped her as she reached her hard wooden bed and fell asleep. She found it hard to eat her dinner bowl that night. Her jaw was just not working properly. She was dizzy as she made her way to see Zeka in her room at night. Zeka looked up, smirking. “I see you see the truth of it now. Not even a healing salve?”
Sasha shook her head and nearly vomited from the vertigo. Sasha forced out the words, “So what happens now?”
“After the trials are completed, the three-time losers will be given a choice. The transit or the planet. Choose the planet, and the leaders of the expedition teams will choose their teams from the volunteers. I will choose you and a few others I have my eye on,” Zeka said, hiding an evil grin.
“Then we are sent to Everhome?” Sasha said, regretting talking.
“We will be given a few months to train together before going. You are representing the proud orc race. You need to be able to fight once we arrive,” Zeka replied. She stood, and the smell of sex hung in her small room. “Sit, and we can can start working on your first spell, ice shard.”
