Tears streaming from his tightly shut eyes, John's life flashed before his eyes as he felt the air current of the battle axe moving towards him. "Well," John glumly thought. "This isn't going according to plans. I always thought I'd bite the big one in a Paris hotel room under a false name."
THWACK! After a pause, John cautiously opened one eye. THWACK! Brian had purposely missed John and cut his leg chains off. His legs were now free. "Brian?" John asked with a wavering voice. "Are you letting me go?" Brian and John's eyes met. A truly evin grin crept across Brian's snout. John felt himself go pale again. He wasn't.
Before he knew what was happening, Brian had grabbed John's thick orc legs and hoisted them above John's head. This exposed John's butthole, and it was clear that was the place where Brian wanted to put his revigorated erection. It was also clear he wasn't going to be gentle about it. John felt tears well up again as horrible thoughts swam through his head. He was about to be raped, by his roommate and best friend. He was trapped in the body of an orc. He would likely die in a prison as a satyr and minotaur's bitch.
No.
It was like a switch flipped in John’s head. He would not allow this. He was an orc! All orcs would rather fight to the death than roll over and allow themselves to be conquered. John felt his muscles expand, and the metal chains began to loosen from the wall a bit. He was an orc! He would never bring such a shame upon his clan! John had no idea where these thoughts were coming from, but his anger was getting him really worked up. He would fight! He was an orc!
The instant the tip of Brian's cock touched John, John exploded with an orc's rage. "NO!!!" he roared. "LET GO OF ME, MOTHERFUCKER!!! I AM AN ORC!!! I WILL DIE BEFORE YOU TARNISH MY HONOR!!!" John was barely aware that the last part wasn't in English, but was in the orc's native tongue. Brian, genuinely scared, felt his grip loosen on John's legs. John got his legs free. Brian's eyes widened. John roared as loud as he could and brought his thick foot crashing down on Brian's crotch with a satisfying crunch. Brian bellowed in pain. Meanwhile, John was straining his orc arms to the absolute limit to get them free. With a final roar, Brian generated so much force he was able to dislodge the two cinder blocks his arms were shackled to. The two blocks flew off the wall and made solid contact with Brian's minotaur head. Brian's eyes fluttered shut and he collapsed to the ground in a heavy heap.
Now free, John grabbed the battle axe dropped by the unconscious Brian. John raised the axe high above his head, shaking the still attached cinder blocks wildly. "YOU'RE DEAD, BRIAN! SEE YOU IN HELL!" John roared, beginning to bring the axe down towards Brian's head. Suddenly, John stopped. The switch unflipped. Brian. That was still his friend in there. Sure, he almost succeeded in raping him, but he was under a spell. He needed help.
John was able to suppress the orc lust for blood and stopped his downswing. Instead, he worked at cutting the chains off of his body with the axe. Soon, he stood free, a seven-foot tall naked orc, but he was free. "A free seven-foot tall naked orc with a fucking battle axe," John thought, looking at the weapon. All in all, he felt pretty powerful. His heart was still pounding after going into beast mode. Brian wasn't going anywhere any time soon, but still, he wanted to get away from him as quickly as possible.
John began to move, but suddenly felt like he was being watched. Fearing the satyr, John wheeled around and clutched the axe tighter. He saw a human-shaped figure leaning around a corner. The man gasped and ducked back behind the corner. John wondered how much of that performance he saw. He debated whether he should call out to the man to see what he knows about getting out of this place, or focus on getting away from Brian and exiting this labyrinth himself.