Orc Dominion: Conquest Ch. 1

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“We shouldn’t be doing this” Sarah whispered.

“I know,” Rosalind murmured back as she brushed through Sarah’s long dark hair, “we should stop.”

“Mmm” Sarah moaned as she pulled Rosalind into a kiss.  Her hands wandered over Rosalind’s tight body, touching everywhere, exploring everything.

Ros responded in kind, eagerly sliding her hands underneath Sarah’s coarse, cotton shirt.  Somehow the feeling of her warm skin sent a chill through her.  As the tips of her fingers stroked up to the curve of Sarah’s tits the heat almost burned her fingertips.  She shivered in excitement as she felt the soft flesh dimply beneath her fingertips.

Long, slender fingers squeezed her as Sarah rubbed her bottom.  Sarah seemed to get more excited as Rosalind caressed her tits, and she groped Ros even more feverishly.  She tremulously moved her hands up just enough to pull back the waist of Ros’ pants and slide them inside.

Rosalind pushed her ass back and grinded against Sarah’s hands.  She pressed herself closer, continuing to kiss and nibble at the other woman’s lips.  She could feel herself growing moist as a torrent of pent up lust cascaded from her body.

“We should stop; if Garic were here…” Sarah’s protest was cut off by Rosalind as she lifted the woman’s shirt over her head, baring her breasts for the other woman.

“But he’s not.  My brother’s been gone so long.  Please, let me take care of you…” Rosalind cooed sweetly as she pulled off her own tunic, and then pressed her naked tits against Sarah’s.  The feeling of another woman’s breasts pushed against her own sent a thrill through her.  “I can see how lonely you’ve been.”

It was true, she was sure.  Sarah’s husband, her brother, was gone, leaving her all alone.  It was Rosalind’s duty to care for her, she told herself.  The justification and excuses soothed Ros’ conscience as she stroked Sarah’s waist and hips, gradually loosening and opening her pants up to give her fingers even more access.

A smile crossed her lips as she felt Sarah tense and hold her breath.  Ros’ heart began to beat faster in anticipation as she slid her fingers down the front of her sister-in-law’s pants.  This was a first for both of them.  Excitement gripped her as she felt her fingers brush through another woman’s pubic hair, and then touch the dampness of her slit for the first time.

She was doing it!  She was actually doing!  She was fingering Sarah’s pussy.  Once the barrier of the taboo had been crossed, the last of Ros’ inhibitions slipped away.  She pressed her fingertips more assertively against Sarah’s folds, brushing aside her labia to caress the sensitive flesh beneath.  “Oh, you’re so wet for me Sarah.  I knew you wanted this just as much as I did.”

“Mmm…yes, yes Ros.  I want it, I’ve wanted it for a long time…” Sarah murmured as she pushed Ros’ pants down as well.  Soft tremors of excitement ran through her as she felt the other woman’s fingers explore her most intimate spot.  Each brush of the pads of her fingers made her chest swell and urged her to jut her hips forward to more fully ride Ros’ hand.

Their lips touched again, but this time Rosalind eagerly plunged her tongue into Sarah’s mouth.  It danced with hers, the two intertwining even more than their bodies were already rubbing and pressing together.  She felt Sarah’s bare thigh pressing against her legs, so she opened them up eagerly.  Ros mounted Sarah’s thigh and began sliding her wet slit up and down, humping it wantonly as her fingers spread Sarah’s petals.  She rubbed the slick, pink inner folds, and then ran her fingertips up to the her love button.  She began to circle and caress Sarah’s clit, rolling the nub beneath the pads of her fingers until her sister-in-law began to melt beneath her.

“Ah!  Ros!  Oh Ros!”  Sarah cried out as she bucked her hips into her husband’s sister.  She eagerly rode the rising crest of pleasure.  Sarah tightly grabbed Ros’ ass and pulled it against her thigh, helping her mount and hump her leg.

“Yes, that’s it Sarah, do it.  Let it go, cum for me!”  Ros whispered into Sarah’s ear passionately as her hand became a blur between Sarah’s legs.  She was rewarded a moment later as Sarah jerked back and cried out in pleasure.  Warm, sticky fluid coated Ros’ fingers as she continued to work Sarah through the climax.  

When Sarah could finally take no more Ros eased up on her and gently guided her down onto the floor.  She lowered her face to Sarah’s tits to kiss and nip at her hard nipples, tracing them with her tongue and gently pressing her teeth into the soft flesh.

“Ah, oh Ros, that’s so good.  Mmm…I didn’t know it could be like this.”  Sarah continued to move her hips, idly pushing up into the air as she trembled in the aftermath of her climax.

“I’m not done with you yet, love.”  Rosalind dragged her lips down to Sarah’s navel, planting soft kisses on her burning skin as she went.  The descent didn’t stop there, however.  She continued to move south, getting more excited and passionate as she went.  Sarah’s thick, erotic scent began to permeate as Ros dipped below the waistline and down the pelvis.

“Ros, what are you, oh!”  Sarah convulsed in pleasure as Rosalind’s tongue found her drenched pussy.  The feeling of that soft, yet strong tongue flicking, lapping, and licking against her sensitive flesh made her curl and cry out in delight.

Rosalind delight in the taste of Sarah’s pussy, and reveled in the power that making Sarah cavort beneath her made her feel.  She eagerly thrust her tongue deep inside Sarah’s slit, and thrashed it around.  She rubbed the inner walls and scooped out her juices and girlish cum as she feasted on her sister-in-law’s sex.

Sarah thrashed wildly, bucking her hips up in pleasure.  She reached down to claw at Rosalind’s hair, gripping the back of her head tightly to hold her in place, not wanting to miss a single moment of that ecstatic pleasure.  Each brush from the tip of the tongue was like a lightning strike flashing through her body.

The wet sound of Ros’ tongue smacking against Sarah’s juicy folds filled the room.  Ros moved her hands down the joint between Sarah’s thighs and hips, stroking the strip of flesh.  She could feel her own arousal building, but she held it back.  She wanted to drown Sarah in pleasure, to seduce her with orgasmic bliss before indulging in her own wanton needs.

She continued to assault Sarah’s senses.  Rosalind dipped her tongue deep into Sarah’s pussy and scooped upwards until the tip popped out and collided with Sarah’s clit.  She began to flick it back and forth, then circle it rapidly before brushing it again and again.  

Sarah began to pant and cry out louder.  The renewed attack on her already engorged and aroused clit quickly pushed her back to the brink of another orgasm.  She curled her toes into the floor and pushed her hips up, launching herself against Rosalind’s mouth to try and enhance the force and friction pressing against her clit.

Feeling Sarah near her crest, Rosalind pressed her lips around Sarah’s clit and captured it in her mouth.  She sucked in her mouth to create a tight seal around the nub, and then began to rapidly swirl her tongue around.  She pushed it in every direction while rolling her tongue back and forth. 

It didn’t take long for Sarah to careen over the edge into climax.  “Aaaaah!”  Another shrill moan escaped her lips as she convulsed in pleasure.  “Yes Ros! Yes ah!”  She tried to jerk her hips, but Rosalind kept them trapped, refusing to allow Sarah to escape the throes of passion.

Feeling Sarah explode orgasmically beneath her again was the last straw.  While Sarah was still shaking and basking in her glow, Rosalind shakily rose from the ground, lifting Sarah’s legs with her.  She stepped between them, straddling her sister-in-law, and then lowered herself down to the other woman.  Rosalind shuddered in delight when she felt her slick nether lips collide with Sarah’s.

She began to move her hips, gyrating back and forth as she rubbed their sexes together. “Oh yessss…finally…ah!”  Throaty moans of pleasure rolled out of her throat as she found the long awaited stimulation to her pussy.  From her vantage point above Sarah, she looked down at her sister-in-law’s glossy eyes.  Sarah was dazed in lust even as Rosalind renewed the stimulation to her overheated sex.

“Ah, Ros!  Ros!”  Sarah purred as Ros kissed her curled toes.  She lay back, spreading her arms and legs to expose her whole body as she luxuriated in the sweet attention.  Her hard nipples sliced through the air as her tits bounced from every thrust of her hips as she pushed herself into Rosalind’s cunt.

Rosalind closed her eyes and threw her head back as she felt lances of pleasure shooting up from her pussy.  The constant friction of their slick nether lips sliding against one another created an endless loop of pleasure.  Lust burned inside her, fueled by the final consummation of her taboo love for her sister-in-law.  All that was left was to join Sarah in climax to find the peace and fullness that she had craved for so long.

Her knees shook and buckled as the approaching climax threatened to overwhelm her.  She closed her lips around Sarah’s toe and began to suck, working her tongue in and out between them in an attempt to forestall her climax.  The moment was too perfect; she wanted to drag it out forever.

Her wild gyrations grew into wider circles as she lost control.  The passion was too great, and Rosalind was just too close to the edge.  Her mind began to go blank as she grew ever closing to her impending climax.  “Sarah!  I love you!  I love you Sarah!”

“I love you too Ros!  I love you! Aaaaah!”

Hot girlish cum splashed against Ros’ pussy as Sarah cummed again.  Feeling her lover surrender to the pleasure was the final push she needed.  The world grew brighter and brighter as Rosalind’s own climax swelled and then erupted into pure bliss.

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Rosalind woke as rays from the early morning sun poked through the gaps in-between the boards of her hovel.  Her body still tingled as she pulled her hand from between her legs.  Memories of her erotic dream began to fade, but she knew they would always linger there just beneath the surface.  Rosalind groaned as she crawled out of her sleeping pack and straightened out her stiff back.  She pulled her long red hair out of her face and tied it behind her bed, and then stuck her head out to breathe the morning air.

The ground was still frosty, even as spring began to dawn.  It always lasted late into the year up in the Hill lands.  All around the Lainaird’s Tribe’s small encampment the bustle of daily life was beginning.  Shepherds were rounding up their sheep, either to take out to the grazing lands or to pass off to the drovers who would take them down into Thesta to trade in the markets there.

Others were seeing to the other livestock, cattle, pigs, and goats.  It was still too early in the year to begin planting, so they would have to rely on animals and whatever food they could hunt or gather from the countryside to subside on.

“Good morning Auntie Rosalind!”  Melinda’s cheery voice rang out from across the way.  The bright young woman stepped out into the crisp morning and stretched her arms out.

“Morning, Mellie.” Rosalind smiled back, hoping she wasn’t blushing too badly.  Her niece Melinda was the daughter of her brother Garic, the former chief of their tribe, and Sarah.  Already a young woman, she looked just like her mother did at that age, which made Rosalind ever more uncomfortable.  

When Garic and his sons died of the Sweltering Sickness two years ago, Rosalind became the acting chief until either she or Melinda had a son who came of age.  “How you sleep last night?  I hope Cuthbert didn’t keep you up too late.”

Cuthbert Korlick was the son of one of their neighboring tribes.  He had been courting Melinda, and if they wed and had children it would unite them into one.  Such alliances were more important than ever these days.  After nearly twenty years of Zentaran rule, The northern Hestens were getting restless and whenever that happened they started looking to the Hills for conquest.  

“Oh no, not too late.  He was a perfect gentleman.”  Melinda beamed a smile at her.  “But then, he’d have to be if he wanted to survive the night in the middle of this lot.”  She laughed and gestured to the rest of the tribe as they went about their business.  “Wouldn’t do to have a Korlick disrespect the old chief’s daughter.  They’d skin him alive!”

Rosalind smiled at that, knowing it was true.  Just as well though, she didn’t want Melinda getting taken in and deflowered too soon, especially if an honorable marriage wasn’t going to come out of it.  Though on the other hand, that might be just the thing that would make marriage inescapable. 

“I’m sure they would, and should!  You’re a fair lass and a good woman.  You should be treated with respect!  Not how they treat their ladies down there in Heste.  Or Zentara, or whatever they call themselves these days!”  While the Zentaran conquest of Heste had brought a new era of peace between the northern Hesten Lords and the Catabrian Tribes, the stories that began filtering through about the alliance between orc and man, or rather, orc and women were troubling.  “Especially if you’re going to be giving the Tribe its new Chief.”

“It could still be you, Aunt Ros.  You’re still young enough.”

It was true, that at around thirty years old she was still young enough to have a child, but it wasn’t likely.  She just wasn’t ever interested in finding a man and marrying.  “Maybe, but I think that ship has sailed.  No one will want a slice of old Rosalind when Pretty Mellie is still on the table.”  

 Rosalind smiled at her niece.  She wasn’t bitter, it was the truth.  Melinda was considered a great beauty with her copper colored hair and fair skin.  Rosalind knew that she was also attractive, but she was already past her prime.  Her looks were setting, while Mellie’s were still rising.

Her niece blushed at the compliment.  “Even still, there’s still time for you to find a man if you want one.  Any one of these brutes would be lucky to have you!”

“Ros!  Ros!  The beacon fires!  The beacon fires are lit!”  Black Pete, her father’s closest friend, came running up to her.  “Korlick is signaling a Hesten army invading!”

“By the Abyss, so soon? It’s not even properly spring yet!”  She had hoped that they’d have at least a couple more years before this happened.

Melinda paled at the news.  “What are we going to do?  I have to tell Cuthbert!”

Rosalinda placed her hand on Melinda’s shoulder and squeezed it reassuringly.  “Yes, do that.  He’ll need to get back to his Tribe.  After that it’s just like we always planned.  I’ll get the men and move into the Rothge Forest, you get the rest of the tribe and the livestock higher up in the hills.”  She smiled.  “You can do this.  Leave the damn Hestens to me.”

Melinda smiled and ran off, leaving Ros with Black Pete.  The old retainer looked grim.  “I’ve got a bad feeling about this one, Ros.  This ain’t gonna be some summer raid for booty and glory.  I’m betting they’ll be looking to try and conquer us again.”

“They’ve been trying that for hundreds of years to no success.  We drove them out before and we’ll do it again.”

“Aye, but this time we may not be getting any help from Thesta. They’ve got a treaty with the Zentaran Queen, and her son is the King of Heste.  What if they don’t come?”

Rosalind didn’t want to entertain that possibility.  With Thestan help they could probably drive the the Hestens out in a year.  Without it, it could be a decade long war of attrition.  “They’ll come, they have to.  But hopefully it won’t come to that.  More than one invasion has died in the Rothge Forest, we just have to make sure this one does to.”

The Rothge Forest was dense with trees and the only approach from Heste into the Hills.  A narrow road cut through it, making it a great ambush spot for the Tribes to raid the Hestens whenever they invaded.  The first battle of any conflict was invariably fought there.  

“Yeah, that’ll do Ros.  I’ll get the men rounded up.” 

“Good man.  We’ll meet with the Korlicks and the Brannogs at Tillburg and move out from there.  Oh, and be sure to send a riders to Thesta.  I hope it won’t come to it, but we still need to ask.”

Pete nodded.  “Will do Ros. We’ll stop them!  We’ve never let them dogs put a boot on us before.  I’ll be damned to the Abyss if I’m the one who finally lets them get a hold of the Hills.”

As Pete left, Rosalind returned to her hut.  She grabbed her bow and spear, as well as her leather shirt and vest.  Her people were never as well armed or armored as the Hestens, but that had never stopped them before, and it wouldn’t stop them now.

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Rosalind crouched behind the thick tree shrouded in darkness.  The Rothge forest was so dense that one couldn’t see the sun during the day.  At night it was near impossible to see, especially if you didn’t know where you were going.  Men from the outer clans had been harassing the invaders for days, softening them up for the main ambush from the three major clans on the southeastern end of the Catabrbian Hills.

In the distance she could hear the Zentaran army approaching.  The steady, relentless pounding of thousands of boots on the ground made her heart beat faster.  She had never seen combat herself; Heste had been far too occupied with being consumed by Zentara to plan any adventures in the Catabrian Hills.  But her father had told stories, as had Black Pete and all the other men of the tribe.

The armies marching through the forest would be harassed and attacked from all sides; stuck and bled again and again so that by the time they reached the hills they would be demoralized and prone to rash decisions.  Then they would be baited into risky attacks in the hills that gave the Catabrians every advantage.  Meanwhile, skirmishers would continue to stalk the woods, slowing reinforcements and supplies being sent from Heste.

Rosalind clutched her bow tighter as began to see movement in the distance down the road.  She pulled an arrow out of her quiver and lined it up with the strong, ready to be nocked and fired.  As the marching army grew closer she picked out her target.  Rosalind’s eyes widened as she saw the large warrior’s green face beneath his leather cap.

An orc!  I always heard they had grey skin, she thought.  But looking down the line, it seemed that most of the marching orcs had green skin.  She aimed the bow and pulled back the string, ready to loose the arrow and let it fly.  Tension filled the air as everything seemed to go still and the forest held its breath.  The silence was pierced with a sharp scream, soon joined by several more as the Catabrians attacked.  Rosalind released the string, and then reached back for another as she watched her arrow fly towards its mark.

The wooden shaft puncture through the orc’s eye and jutted out through the back of his skull.  I just killed someone, she realized.  She had taken a life.  She stared in shock as the orc collapsed to the ground.  I wonder who he was, she thought before her heart grew a little harder, and if he had time to regret coming here.  

“Here they come again!  Form ranks!”  A trumpet blasted and the orcs began forming into squares with their shields out.   

The booming noise shook he rout of her reverie, and she quickly nocked another arrow and shot it towards the orcs.  More arrows came from all around, slamming into the orcs as they quickly formed their shield walls.

A startled gasp to her side distracted her for a moment.  She turned and saw one of the Korlicks clutching an arrow in his throat.  The young man gurgled and stumbled backwards as blood coursed through his fingertips.  Finally he fell backwards dead.  

More arrows began to fly out from within the orc formation.  Most of her men were in cover, but the arrows were expertly aimed and managed to hit targets even hidden behind trees.  One arrow snapped alongside the tree she was hiding behind, showering her face with bark and making her dive into the earth.  She scurried up to one knee and returned fire, sending an arrow through the ankle of a faceless orc.  

The enemy formation continued to advance, slowly shuffling along as it got peppered with arrows.  She began to see that they were not in one large block, but in several.  What had been one long snake of orcs was now a series of moving boxes.  

Sudden movement behind Rosalind startled her and made her wheel around with an arrow ready to shoot.  

“East lass, it’s just Black Pete.”  Her father’s old friend grinned at her.  “How many dozen you kill so far?”

“Only a few, but I’ve just gotten started.” She replied shakily.

“Well, there will be time for that later.  We don’t want to waste too many more arrows on those shields.  This isn’t the first time we’ve seen the Hestens use a shield wall.  We should break contact to see if they’ll follow, and if not, hit them again when they’ve let their guard down.”

“That makes sense.  Sound the bugle.”

Before he could one of the other clans beat him too it.  The sharp noise punctuated the din of battle, and all around her the tribesmen began to sift back into the forest.  Rosalind and Black Pete stepped backwards, firing a few last hours to cover each other’s retreat deeper into the forest.

“They’re running!  Don’t let them get away!”  The booming voice was soon followed by another blast from their trumpets.  The orc squares began to spread out in long line and plunged after them into the forest.

“Heh, the fools.  They fall for it every time!”  Black Pete grinned savagely as he took down another orc with an arrow.  

Rosalind aimed one as well, and a moment later felled a charging orc with an arrow through his heart.  Well, at least she assumed orc hearts were in the same place as human ones.  Other tribesman began to turn and fire as well, sending more orcs into the dirt.

They continued to fire and move, drawing the orcs deeper into the forest.  The further they got, the more the orc lines broke apart as their soldiers got split apart by the rough terrain.  Her own forces were quick to exploit it, punching through the gaps in small bands to strike at the orcs from behind.

Black Pete looked around as more of the tribe began to form up around him.  “Might as well make our stand here; we’ll bloody ‘em some more for a little bit and then break off again.”

Rosalind could only nod as she slung her bow and grabbed her spear.  Her throat was dry from all the running and shooting.  Not to mention that she was nervous to be engaging in hand to hand combat for the first time.  It already seemed like a lifetime ago she had killed someone for the first time!

“Hang back a bit lass, no need for you to get up close and personal.  Stay back and stab when you see an opening.”

As much as she hated it, Black Pete’s advice made sense.  Physically she was no match for an orc: they had her on size, reach, and strength.  So Rosalind allowed the other men to form a line to take the lead.  They formed a semi-circle and advanced on the nearest pocket of orcs.  The tribesmen enveloped the orcs and began stabbing them from all sides.

Rosalind watched breathlessly as her men clashed with the orcs.  Though they weren’t as well armed as the orcs, at least in this section of the battle they had the advantage in numbers and position.  The orcs were slowly herded together as they were prodded at the point of the tribe’s spears.  Ferrick, a young warrior who grew up with Melinda, managed to get behind the orcs and ran his spear into the beast’s back.  Ferrick grinned in triumph as his spear tasted blood for the first time.

The orc roared in pain as the tip of the spear cut through his flesh.  He swung back with his shield and cracked Ferrick on the side of the head and wiped the smile from his face.  The young man lowered his spear and stumbled back, stunned.  When the orc raised his axe to finish the job Rosalind saw her opportunity.  She rushed in and thrust her own spear into the orc’s armpit.  Without any armor to protect him there it slid deeply in and up.

The orc cried out in pain as his shoulder dislocated and blood poured from the open wound.  He turned back to Rosalind, who quickly scurried back behind the line.  Black Pete followed through a moment later, finishing the orc off.

Rosalind looked at Ferrick, who gave her a grateful smile and nodded.  Before she could nod back though another orc ripped through his face with an axe, cleaving off half of it.  Rosalind stared in shock as the young man’s blood splattered across the forest floor.  As the young man collapsed to the dust she had to fight back the urge to vomit.

Her head spun as she fought through the nausea, but she did defeat the urge and looked back towards the battle.  The orcs were quickly falling, but they were giving a good accounting of themselves.  It seemed like for every orc they killed, one of their own fell and another was wounded.  Rulf, another man from her tribe stumbled back with a groan as a sword cut his arm.  He fell out of formation and went to the ground, cradling the wound.

Rosalind rushed over to him and helped support the wounded arm.  “It’s alright Rulf, let me bind it for you.”  She tried to give him a reassuring smile as blood gushed over her hand.  She quickly tore a length of cloth from the linen shirt she bore beneath her leathers and wrapped it around the wound.

“Thanks Rosie, but I’ll be alright.  We’ve got to keep fighting!  We’ve almost got them now!”

She turned to watch the battle and saw that he was right.  The last two orcs were fighting back to back, desperately striking out at the spears, trying to deflect and bat them away.  “On the count of three lads, all at once.  They can’t stop them all!”  Black Pete called out.  “1…2…” and on the third count they all attacked at once.  The orcs blocked some with their shields and batted others away with their swords, but more spear tips got through their defenses.  Blood oozed out from pinpricks in their armor and limbs.  

As they weakened from the wounds her tribesmen began to score more decisive hits, and soon both orcs were on the ground slumped together in death.  “Good job men, now let’s fall back again.  Keep drawing ‘em into the woods!”

Her small band quickly scooped up weapons from the dead and grabbed their wounded comrades before retreating deeper into the forest.  Rosalind spared a quick glance from side to side to see more of the Catabrians also breaking contact.  The band continued to move, though not as fast now as they were slowed down by the wounded.

“Ugh!”  Rulf grimaced beside her as an arrow tore through his chest.  Rosalind rushed to help him, causing the arrow flying towards her to sail over her head and sink into a tree behind her.

“Where are they coming from?”

“Up there!”

“How did they get ahead of us?”

“Did we get turned around?

Confusion overtook her band as another group of orcs came charging at them from deep within the Rothge forest.  “Keep moving, we’ll punch through them!” Black Pete called out.  “Line up, line up!”

“Ah!” Another tribesman cried out as an arrow punched through his back.  

Rosalind grimaced as she watched his blood drip off the serrated tip as it jut through his chest.  She looked behind and saw a fresh line of orcs marching through the forest in formation.  “Behind us!  They’re coming up behind us!”  

“Dammit!”  Black Pete cursed.  “We’ll have to punch through, we need to get out of here!  Quick, before we’re cut off.  Charge!”  The band began to run forward towards the approaching orcs. 

Rosalind screamed and joined them, charging forward with her spear.  She was met by a large green orc wearing a chain shirt and wielding a round shield and sword.  She ducked as he swung it, and thrust her spear up towards him.  The tip glanced along the chain shirt, but couldn’t break through the armor.  

The orc swung his shield around, trying to smash into her and forcing her to run to the side to try and stay out of its way.  Meanwhile she swung her own spear about and stabbed it at him again.  This time it connected more solidly, but no matter how hard she pushed she couldn’t break through his armor.

The orc swung his sword again, chopping it down at her.  She quickly dove to the ground to roll out of the way.  Her heart leapt into her throat as she felt the air whizzing by her face as the blade narrowly missed her head.  This time she slashed back with her spear and was rewarded to see the tip slice through the orc’s pants and cut his thigh.  She grinned triumphantly as her opponent grunted and stepped back.  

She quickly jumped to her feet and readied her spear again.  Rosalind circled him slowly, giving his wound time to bleed out and weaken him further.  The orc soon lost patience with that though, and limped forward, trying to close the distance.  She backed away, but was suddenly buffeted by strong hands pushing her to the side.

“Watch it lass!” Black Pete called out as another orc’s axe slashed through the air where her back would have been.

“Thanks!”  She cried out.  Stupid, she thought, I was so worried about this one I completely forgot about the rest of the fight!  The rest of the battle was not going well for her band.  These orcs were not only better armored than the others, but they seemed better trained as well.  Her opponent advanced towards her again, but this time she moved to meet him.

She ducked as he swung towards her and thrust, this time throwing more of her weight behind it and using the orc’s own momentum to give her attack greater force.  The orc was ready this time though and bashed her spear aside with the edge of his shield.  He quickly swung his sword hand back, smashing her across the face with the back of his fist.

Rosalind spun about as the world blackened.  She collapsed roughly on the ground.  By the time her sight came back into focus the orc was standing above her.  She tried to raise her spear but he trapped the tip with his shield and then stomped on the shaft, snapping the head off.  

Her hand flew to her belt, quickly drawing her knife.  She stabbed wildly with it, gouging his leg again and again.  The orc bellowed in rage and kicked her the belly, forcing the air from her lungs.  A moment late he grabbed her knife hand and hauled her up.  She pulled as hard as she could to try and free her hand, but the orc’s grip was too powerful.  He easily ripped the blade from her fist, and then smacked her hard across the face, knocking her to the ground once more.

Strong hands wrapped underneath her arms and lifted her up, pinning her back to the orc’s chest.  All around her men were dying as they were caught between the orcs.  She looked around wildly for Black Pete, but couldn’t see him anywhere.  Finally, as the last man fell she found herself surrounded by a pack of vicious orcs.

“Well well well, what do we have here?  What’s a little cunt doing all the way out here?  Couldn’t wait for us to get to your village before sampling some big orc cock?”  A large orc leered nastily at her as he approached.  “Well, I think we can oblige her, isn’t that right men?”

Her eyes widened in fear as the orcs all laughed.  As the lead orc approached her she wildly kicked out towards him, but he easily caught her ankle and trapped it under his arm.  Rosalind grunted in frustration and tried to pull it back, but it was trapped.

“Spreading your legs for me already?  I’m glad you’re gonna make it easy for me.”  The orc stepped closer and slapped his other hand against her inner thigh, and then ran it up between her legs.  His knuckles brushed against the mound of her pussy through the crotch of her pants as the brutish orc fondled her.

Rosalind recoiled in disgust as the orc closed in on her.  With his green skin, upturned nose, and jutting tusks he appeared like a foul nightmare clawing out of the Abyss.  She wanted to turn away, to run, but she was trapped between the two strong orcs.  The orc licked her cheek, allowing his foul breath to wash over her face and make her choke.  She struggled again, trying to break free but couldn’t overpower them.

The orc’s beefy hand cupped her mons and began to rub it through her pants.  For the first time another’s hand was between her legs, touching her most intimate spot.  The rough, fat fingers were completely different to what it was in her imagination.  But despite her fear and revulsion, she could still feel her body warming, responding to the orc’s touch.  

“Ah!  Let go!”

“Now?  When we’re just getting started?  Oh no, we’ve got lots more in plan for you.”  The orc laughed again, and gestured for Rosalind’s knife.  The injured orc hobbled over and gave it to him while glaring at the captured woman.  The lead orc smirked at the bloody blade, and then began to cut through Rosalind’s pants.  The blade sliced through the leather, tearing the material enough for him to loosen the pants and yank them down to her ankles.

“No!  No!”  She screamed and began to buck again as her privates became revealed.  The orc smacked her sharply across the face, splitting her lip and making her grunt in pain.  Once her lower half was stripped, the orc took the knife and began cutting her shirt, splitting it open to match her leather vest.  She flushed in shame as the orc ripped it open the rest of the way to expose her tits.  With her arms still pinned behind her she was powerless to prevent all the orcs from gazing at her naked flesh.

“Nice tits.  Not too big, not too small.”  The orc reached forward and lifted one of Rosalind’s breasts, squeezing it firmly in his hand.  Then he pinched her nipple, pulling it sharply away from her body until she cried out.  “We’re gonna have some fun with these!”  The orc grinned ferally and smacked her tit, making it jiggle.  “But we’ll get to that.”

The orc behind her pushed her to the ground on her knees.  Rosalind winced as her bare knees scraped against a root as she was forced to kneel on the forest floor.  Her luscious red hair was pulled back sharply, forcing her to look up at the leader and expose her neck.  

The orc pressed the blade of the knife against her throat.  “Now I’m gonna take my cock out, and you’re gonna suck it real nice.  Try and bite it and you’re dead, understand?”

“Yes.” Rosalind whimpered out.

“That’s, ‘yes master.’”  The orc emphasized his point by pushing the blade harder against her neck.

“Ah! Yes master!”  Rosalind felt disgusted with herself for giving in to their pressure, but she didn’t want to die.  She might still be able to escape, or perhaps get rescued.  She just had to hold on.

“Good girl.  Nice and obedient, just like a human slut should be.”  The orc laughed and put the knife away.  He pulled out his cock, and rubbed the twisted green flesh against Rosalind’s cheek.  The dark emerald flesh contrasted with her pale skin, and the sight of that alone made it begin to harden.

Rosalind winced at the sight and smell of the orc’s fleshy root.  The look of it disgusted her even more than the flashes of her clan’s members she’d seen over the years while swimming or bathing.  The bulbous ridges and slanted tip made it look like a cross between a dog and a pig’s member.

Still, with the threat of the blade hanging over her, Rosalind had no choice but to open her mouth when he prodded her with the dick.  The musky, salty taste quickly began to spread through her mouth as the flesh rolled over her tongue.  She wasn’t entirely sure what he wanted, as she had never touched, let alone sucked, a man’s cock before.  

She lifted her tongue against it, and began to lap and flick it like she had imagined doing to Sarah’s clit.  She felt it pulse, and thought that she was doing the right thing but the orc quickly disabused her of that notion.

“What are you waiting for?  Suck it you dumb bitch!”  The orc grabbed the back of her head and pulled her forward while thrusting his hips impatiently.

Panic effused her as the felt the tip of the shaft push at the back of her throat.  The intense pressure of having her life on the line, of not knowing what to do, and being pressed into a new and disgusting situation overwhelmed her.  Rosalind closed her lips tighter around the rod and began to suck, trying her best to accommodate the thick girth.

She felt she must have been doing something right, as she could feel the dick stiffen and harden in her mouth.  Rosalind continued to suck sloppily as the orc picked up his pace.  The slanted tip of his dick battered the back of her throat as he roughly fucked her face.

“What’s the matter, never sucked a dick before?  Well, you’re gonna get lots of practice.  No better way to learn than to dive right in.  Best to learn how to start with the biggest dicks anyway.  Once you can take an orc cock down your throat you won’t have a problem with anything else.”

Down my throat? She wondered.  Surely it couldn’t fit.  But the orc’s incessant thrusting made her think he intended to try.  The back of her mouth started to get scratchy from the constant ramming of his dick against the soft flesh.

As her eyes started to water the orc mercifully pulled his dick out of her mouth.  The throbbing erection bounded before her eyes as it glistened with her spit.  The orc’s eyes blazed with lust as he looked down at her.  He lifted his foot and pressed it between her breasts to push her onto her back. 

Terror seized Rosalind’s heart as she realized his intentions.  She tried to crawl away, and as the orc began to mount her as swung her fist wildly at him.  Her knuckles cracked against his jaw, but as her hand slid across his face the tusk scraped open her skin causing her hand to bleed.  

He snarled and smacked her again, then lifted her upper body and slammed it back into the ground.  Rosalind’s breath was forced from her body by the impact, and she was too stunned to further resist as he gathered up her legs and pinned them against her chest.  

The orc rested his weight on her body, pinning her to the ground as he lined up the slanted tip of his cock with her slit.  “No!  Please!  Not that!”  She cried out and tried to push him off, but one of the other orcs grabbed her wrists and stretched them above her head and pinned her to the ground.  Her heart pounded furiously as she felt her sex begin to open up for the shaft.  Rosalind was forced to look up into the orc’s ugly face as a cock pushed inside her for the first time.

“Hah, by the Abyss this whore’s a virgin!” The orcs laughed and cheered.  Apparently virgins were quite rare to find in Zentara, especially one as old as her.  “Well this is gonna be a real treat for you.  After taking an orc cock you’ll be glad you never wasted time on any small human dicks.”  The orc pushed forward until the tip it her maidenhead.  He pulled back, but quickly thrust forward once more, pushing the membrane a little farther.  

Each time the orc moved her heart stopped as she expected him to finally tear through her hymen.  The orc kept her on edge, always making her think it was the time in order to prolong her fear and dread.  Finally he pushed in then withdrew for just a fraction of a second to make her think it was starting all over again before jamming his cock all the rest of the way inside of her.

“Ah! Nnn!”  Tears welled in her eyes as she felt her maidenhead rip away.  A soft trickle of blood leaked out around the girth of his cock.  If the orc noticed he didn’t say anything, or give her any respite.  He began to move his hips, quickly pumping in and out of her.  He worked his cock inside her pussy, slamming all the way up to her cervix again and again.

Each time he collided with her cervix she cried out in pain.  But far from dissuading the assault it only spurred him to go faster.  The orc lowered his face to her breasts and began to bite the flesh and scratch her with his tusks.  Rosalind’s body felt like it was on fire as she was mauled by the brutish orc.

“Get ready for it, slave.  I’m going to fill you with my cum.  You’re gonna be bearing another of my green skinned sons before this is all over.”  

Rosalind shuddered in fear at the thought.  She hadn’t even considered that she might get pregnant.  “No!  No!”  She tried to claw out of the trap again, but she was stuck.  The orcs were too strong for her, and she had no escape.  Images of her body swollen with the foul orcs child flashed through her mind as the orc’s thrusting reached a crescendo.

Finally the orc growled out and pushed all the way inside and let himself go.  Spurt after spurt of hot gooey cum splattered inside her, painting the walls of her cunt.  His hot, potent seed clung to the sides of her vagina, soaking into the walls and swimming up to the entrance of her womb. 

“Ah!  There we go, that’s it.  Take it, girl, take it.  We’re gonna do this again real soon.”  The orc waited for the last of his cum to leak inside her, and then pulled himself out and stood up.  “But for now it’s time for the rest of you to have some fun!   Take your pleasure men, but remember, her cunt belongs to me!”

Rosalind’s heart lurched as she realized it wasn’t over yet.  She stirred weakly on the ground, trying to turn over to crawl away.  Strong hands gripped her shoulders and hips and helped her turn her over.  But then they pulled her up onto all fours and two muscular frames surrounded her on each end.  Another twisted orc dick presented itself to her mouth and forced its way inside.

This time she knew better as to what was expected and began to suck the root.  She worked her lips up and down, trying to simulate the motion of the first cock that fucked her mouth without it being so rough.  Whatever she was doing, it must have been right since the orc’s hands held her head softly and just guided her face up and down the shaft instead of forcing it.

The disgusting taste began to permeate her mouth again as the hard orc shaft rolled all over the inside of her mouth.  Meanwhile, the orc behind her groped and massaged her round ass, squeezing the cheeks, pushing them together and then pulling them apart as he played with her backside.

A hot, wet glob of spit landed on her little rosebud as the orc spit on her.  Oh no, not there too! She panicked and shook her waist from side to side, trying to keep it out of their way.

“Hah, the little slut is begging for it.  Can’t wait to have a cock in your arse, can you?  Well, I’m only too happy to give it to you.”  The orc smacked her ass and then grabbed her hips, holding her tightly in place.   A moment later his blazing hot shaft pressed between her ass cheeks, sliding up and down between them as he smeared his spittle over the length.

Rosalind squealed around the dick in her mouth as the orc finally lined his slanted tip up with the entrance to her tight ass.  He thrust forward without waiting, filling her anal cavity with his thick dick.  A sharp, piercing, burning pain lanced through her as her backside was roughly stretched by the invader.  

Both orcs began to thrust, throwing her body back and forth as they slammed into her from both sides.  Tears welled up in Rosalind’s eyes as the pain of her backside being violated mashed against choking on the dick in her mouth.  The two orcs moved faster and faster until they each reached their climax, shooting hot jizz into her throat and bowels.  She choked and coughed as the salty semen caught in her throat and coated her tongue.  

As the cock pulled out of her mouth she doubled over and hacked up long stringy lines of cum onto the ground.  As more seed leaked out her gaping ass, she was roughly flipped over again and forced lie in the puddle she spit out.  She exhaled sharply as an orc mounted her chest, crushing her.  His thick, heavy dick slapped her tits and rolled between them.

He caught her breasts in his strong hands and crushed them around his hard cock.  Already sore from being bitten earlier, having the twisted orc cock rub against them made them hurt even more.  Rosalind struggled to breathe as the armored form of the orc pinned her to the ground.  She wheezed for each breath as the orc’s shaft slid against her chest.

She could see the tip popping in and out of her field of view each time he thrust forward.  It began to move faster and faster, and soon he too reached climax, spilling his seed all over her.  Thick, heavy glops of cum rained down on her face, staining her fair skin with the sticky mess.  As his orgasm subsided, the last bit dribbled out and leaked all over the crevice between her breasts.

The orc rose off her, leaving her a glistening sticky mess.  The orc was soon replace by another, and then another after him.  Orc after orc took her, each one shooting his seed on or in her.  Rosalind’s belly began to ache as her stomach distended with cum, and her poor ass was a gaping hole constantly leaking cum.  

Finally the lead orc returned and pushed the others away.  He lifted her up and bound her hands together, and then tied a coarse, frayed rope around her neck.  As he led her back towards the rest of the orc army, a mighty cheer echoed through the forest.

“Agmar!  Agmar!  Agmar!”