Dirkgid wrote this following awesome story for my pic here and with his permission I repost this pic again and add his short story to it for you to enjoy.

Please make sure to fave the original story post to, that can be found here:

http://www.furaffinity.net/view/22599923/


And here we go with the story from Dirkgid:

"Haha, prepare for defeat foul creature!"
The mighty princess jumped back, her sword raised high and ready to defend against the mighty blows of her opponent, who was catching his breath a few feet away from her after a flurry of savage blows. Despite wrinkles on his skin, the mighty Orc was still an imposing figure. His fur west did little to conceal hairy, muscular chest, his arms showing the results of years of rigorous training, drops of sweat rolling down his biceps as the battle started taking its toll on him. His long white beard moved up and down under his helmet, showing his heavy breathing. This warrior had bested many foes, but the mighty princess was out of his league.
"Never!", he shouted, lunging forward for a quick jab. However, the light-footed girl easily side stepped his attack, forcing him to make a defensive maneuver to evade her swing.
The two continued to battle, sparks flying each time their swords met, with the princess using her superior stamina over her aging opponent to her advantage, attacking with lightning speed, her Orcish foe struggling to keep up, his body stronger, but slower than the nimble girl.
"I have you now! Go my trusty wolf!"
With a succession of quick strikes, she was able to force the Orc's sword out of his hand, leaving him defenseless. Wide open with no chance to fight back, there was nothing he could do when the princess' trusty wolf companion emerged from the bush, growling, as it rushed towards the might warrior. Jumping on his chest, it forced him onto the ground, the Orc able to feel the mighty beasts breath on his skin, as it roared inches from his neck, where moments later, the sword of the clear winner of the duel was pointing at.
"Surrender! You have been defeated!"
"Arghhh!", the Orc mumbled, reluctantly yielding, having to admit defeat. His weapon was gone, and he had been overwhelmed by a far superior opponent.
Pushed against a nearby wooden pole, the princess started restraining her captive while she waited for the guards to arrive to take him to the dungeons, where he would answer for his attempt to kidnap the fair princess, though he greatly underestimated the young maiden's fighting prowess. The Orc was powerless to fight back, as the mighty wolf stood in front of him, ready to strike at the slightest movement.
The princess crossed the Orc's wrists behind the pole and restrained them with thick rope, making sure the knots were tight enough to hold his beefy arms in place. Then, she wrapped more bonds around his torso, pinning him to the thin pole, securing her prisoner.
"Haha, you have been defeated!", she yelled happily, as she removed the warrior's helmet as her trophy. Putting it on, she pointed her sword high above her, pointing up at the sky and proclaimed that she was the mightiest warrior of them all.
"You are yet to grow into it, young one.", the aging Orc said, smiling despite his perilous situation, his lips curling amidst his thick, white beard which reached his chest.
"Silence prisoner!"
The princess removed her handkerchief which was tied around her waist and rolled it up, before stuffing it inside her captive's mouth.
"Grmmphrmph!", the Orc grunted, struggling in his tight restraints, hoping he could escape captivity before the royal guards arrived to escort him to the dungeons.

"I wonder how she's doing.", the queen wondered, her husband, the king, assuring her that their daughter was in good hands, having left her with their former captain of the guard, a now retired Orc who spent his time gardening, and occasionally watching the princess in the castle. Entering the garden where the two were playing together, the royal couple had a sight to see.
Their daughter was running around, a helmet far too big for her covering more than half of her face, her wooden stick flying around her as she pretended it was her sword. Her babysitter, on the other hand, had been bound with rope, playfully squirming in the ropes he could probably easily escape with a bit of effort seeing as they were far too loose to contain his muscles, the princess handkerchief stuffed between his lips. He feigned captivity, producing muffled grunts as moans as he pretended to struggle in his bonds.
Sitting in front of him, joyfully wiggling its tail, was the princess' little puppy, its tongue hanging from his mouth, as it too enjoyed the little game the trio had been playing, as it watched its masters captive, diligently paying attention to his movements with a spark in its eyes.
It was a strange sight for the pair, who found themselves unable to move for a few seconds, the sound of muffled grunts mixed in with joy and laughter echoing through the gardens. After a while though, they were able to smile, and join in on the fun, as the rulers of the kingdom ready to pass judgment on the Orc who tried to kidnap their daughter, only to be captured and restrained.


If you liked this short story, then go and watch  Dirkgid who is an awesome bondage story writer ;)