Orc Dominion: Conquest Ch 2

Author's Note:  I'm still mulling about adding a small scene with Agmar and Jeanette where they discuss his parentage, but I wanted to get this in.  I may also push it to another chapter, we'll see.  I hope you enjoy the second chapter!  It will probably be on Literotica next Friday or so.  When it does, if you enjoyed the story please go over there to vote for it.  I will add a link here when available.  Here is the link for chapter 2

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Of course, Agmar had known the decision was preordained.  It had all been settled the previous night.  He had been spent months persuading her and convincing her that not only could it be done, but that he was the person to do it.  Finally, Jeanette had come to him and touched him on the cheek.  “Sir Agmar, I think it is time.  It is a good plan; a plan worthy of my son.”

It was the first time he had ever acknowledged it, the first time she had confirmed to him that the rumors were true, and that he was the Queen’s bastard son.  It was fitting though, to have her finally tell the truth as he embarked on his great conquest.  After the war was done and he was confirmed as King of the Catabrian Tribes he would have to see about making her admit it publically.

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“Finally!  It’s about time we made it out of that Abyssal damned forest.” Logoth said.  The young orc stretched his arms out and took a deep breath.  After marching through the Rothge forest for so long it was invigorating to be out in the sun once again.

Agmar ignored his son, keeping his gaze forward.  The Catabrian Hills rose before them, promising land, livestock, and women for all the soldiers of his army.  Agmar had collected every green skinned orc he could find into his grand army.  With them came his own impressive brood of bastards spawned during his forty-two years of life.  His vision was to forge them into a mighty force combining the strength and speed of orcs with the discipline and strategy of humans.

“I can’t wait until we reach this Catabrian city.  I’m ready to find a good woman and a plot of land to graze.” Logoth continued.  At 18, Logoth was thirsty to prove himself, both on the battlefield and as a landowner. 

The young orc was driven by his parentage, or lack of it.  His mother was some pretty whore he met on the streets of Ruar one night.  Agmar didn’t even remember the girl’s name, only the way that she protested she wasn’t a working girl.  But what was she doing out so late at night in the red light district then?  Agmar assumed the bitch just didn’t want to lay with an orc.  But when she showed up at the castle with a green orc spawn he took him in and named him Logoth before sending the girl on her way.

“It’s not a city, shithead.  There’s nothing like a city within a month’s march at least.”  Bogor replied. 

Bogor was Agmar’s eldest bastard, and also one of his most competent.  But then, he was the son of a noblewoman, the first woman he was with.  Some handmaiden to the Queen when he was but a lad.  Agmar had made him his nominal second in command for the invasion.  He was certainly the smartest of his children, and a decent fighter in his own right even if he lacked the ruthlessness that he would need to succeed.  Agmar hoped that the subjugation of the Catabrians would bring that out in him.

“That’s fine.  I don’t want to live in a city again anyway.  Lots of land and some sheep or goats to graze it.  Plenty of open space and open sky.”

“I dunno, I’ve heard it gets cold up here in the winter, especially since there are no cities to trap the heat.” Kovos interjected.  He served as Agmar’s squire, though being almost 14 he would soon start looking for ways to get himself knighted.  Agmar didn’t quite remember where he came from, but nonetheless took him in when he was presented at the castle as one of his sons.

“Quiet.” Agmar grumbled.  “If you’re just going to chatter like women then go off and find something useful to do.  Interrogate the prisoners.  Speak to the men.  Scout  ahead.  But don’t just blather on about nothing.”

Silence reigned for a moment, before Logoth spoke.  “I’d be happy to interrogate that tasty redhead you-”

Agmar’s glare quickly silenced him, and he spurred his horse and rode up ahead of the column.   also peeled off, leaving him alone with his squire, who knew better than to speak up again.  Finally left alone with some peace and quiet, Agmar’s mind turned back to when he first proposed the invasion.

“...So by infiltrating the forest with an advance party of dragoons, we’ll be able to cut off the Catabrians in the initial battle.  With the three main clans defeated, we’ll be able to stroke quickly into the Catabrian Hills before the rest of the clans get a chance to unite into a single, cohesive force.”

Queen Jeanette, King Grotok, and King Belkor had been sitting around the table of Jeanette’s war room studying maps as Agmar made his proposal.  Now that he was done they collected their thoughts.

“I think you underestimate the Catabrians.”  Belkor spoke first as he looked up from the map.  “Every story I’ve heard describes them as strong, cunning warriors.  They’ve never been successfully occupied for a prolonged period of time.”

“They’ve never fought a force like the one I am putting together.  Hesten Lords looking to expand their feudal demesnes are not the same as orcs looking to cultivate pastoral land.  Our people have the skills and strength necessary to take it in order.”

Jeanette stroked her chin thoughtfully.  “The Catabrians have been successfully subjugated before.  But they had outside help in liberating themselves.”

“Thesta won’t risk war with Zentara and Heste for the sake of the Catabrians.”  Agmar stated decisively.

“Amelie will not abandon them.  She will absolutely form an army to eject you from Catabria.  That will drag Zentara into a war with our greatest trading partner and ally.”  Grotok shook his head in disapproval.  “And for what?  Glory?  So you can have a piece of land to lord over?  It’s too high a price.”

“Have you forgotten how the late King and his daughter snubbed you, Grotok?  They didn’t think that you were a worthy consort for the Princess-Knight.”  Jeanette said with a caustic bitterness in her voice.  “They may be our greatest ally, but their greatest ally is Sandora.  They will never truly trust or accept us.”

“If war comes, the primary target won’t be Zentara, it will be Heste.”  Belkor pointed towards the Catabrian Tribes on the map.  “The Thestan army will attack Agmar here and push into the Northern Provinces, where they still will find allies among the lords there.”

“The northern lords of Heste have been warring with the Catabrians forever.  They won’t side them in a war.”  Silently, Agmar was fuming at the Kings’ cowardice.  Couldn’t they see that now was the time to strike?  “They have been pushing for another campaign against them for years.”

“In order to provoke a war with Thesta. I cannot support an invasion of the Tribes.” Said Grotok.

“Nor can I.”  Added Belkor.

Jeanette raised her hand, bidding them all to be quiet.  “Since the day I was coroneted, our family has expanded from Zentara to Heste and Deznessuian.  I tried to tie ourselves to Thesta and Sandora through marriage, but those efforts were rejected.  I can only believe that this was due to prejudice against your orc blood.  They will never respect you, or your children.  But there is a way to be sure.  

If they side with barbarians from the hills over their greatest trading partner, then we’ll know for sure that war was inevitable regardless.  I’ve made my decision.  Sir Agmar, you have my permission to invade the Catabrian Tribes and bring them into our Dominion.”

Of course, Agmar had known the decision was preordained.  It had all been settled the previous night.  He had been spent months persuading her and convincing her that not only could it be done, but that he was the person to do it.  Finally, Jeanette had come to him and touched him on the cheek.  “Sir Agmar, I think it is time.  It is a good plan; a plan worthy of my son.”

It was the first time he had ever acknowledged it, the first time she had confirmed to him that the rumors were true, and that he was the Queen’s bastard son.  It was fitting though, to have her finally tell the truth as he embarked on his great conquest.  After the war was done and he was confirmed as King of the Catabrian Tribes he would have to see about making her admit it publically.

Shouting ahead snapped him out of his reverie.  He spurred his horse and galloped ahead up a hill.  As he reached the crest he found himself on the outskirts of a small village.  At the center were Logoth and a party of scouts.

“They’re not here!  There’s no one here!” A burly orc screamed at Logoth.

“They’ve fled.  Wouldn’t you?”

“Agmar made promises!  Women, livestock, land!  There’s not even any loot!  This whole shitting town is empty!”

“They can’t have gone far, and it’s not like they can hide, not with all their livestock and everything else will find them.  My father will find them.”  Logoth replied confidently.

“Your father couldn’t find shit in a chamber pot if he stuck his head in to look!  He-” The orc paused as he saw the younger orc freeze and blanch as the blood drained from his green face.  He slowly turned around and recoiled as he saw Agmar coming up behind him. “Sir Agmar, I-”

Agmar’s fist struck like lightning, smashing the orc across the jaw and sending him tumbling to the ground.  The warrior quickly threw himself up again until Agmar kicked him in the ribs and sent him rolling over.  He then dove atop the other orc and began smashing his fist into the orc’s face again and again.

The orc’s jaw, and tusk, snapped and flew across the center of the village as Agmar beat him senseless.  Finally seeing that he had fallen unconscious, Agmar rose off the beaten warrior.  “Anyone else want to complain?  We’ve known all along they would run to the hills like cowards.  We’ll find them, and you’ll get what you were promised.  Sheep, goats, cattle, and pastures for all of them.  Women-” He stopped short as something occurred to him.  All the women were gone, except one.  “Bring me the prisoners.” He ordered Logoth, who quickly rode off to obey.

Fifteen minutes later he was back, leading chained captives from the battle to the center of town.  Almost a score of humans had been taken prisoner after the battle in the woods.  Agmar had been tempted to kill them, but ultimately decided that he would need the physical labor, as well as people who knew the animals and area in order to train his own people.

After they were lined up, the redhead, whose name he learned was Rosalind, was also brought before him in chains.  “All the women in the village are gone; fled.  Except for you, who picked up a spear and fought us in battle.  Why?  Who are you to them?  Some kind of leader?  A shaman?”

Rosalind only glared at him defiantly, so he turned towards the other prisoners.  “Well?  Who is she to you?”  He picked out one prisoner with a particularly nasty gash across his arm and gouged his finger in the bloody wound, making the human scream.  “Who is she?  No answer?”

Agmar looked around at the assembled humans, who either looked away in fear or whose eyes tried to melt him with their fury.  Even the wounded prisoner wouldn’t answer him.  The Catabrians were apparently made of stern stuff, but he wasn’t finished yet.  “Let’s see if I can find a way to loosen your tongues.”

Agmar grabbed the chain around Rosalind’s neck and yanked her towards one of the hitching posts in the village for livestock.  The prisoners grumbled and started to rise up, but the orcs guarding them quickly knocked them back into place.

He chained her to the post, and then grabbed a bullwhip and uncoiled the leather.  “Let me know when you’re ready to talk.  You can stop it at any time; you just have to tell me who or what she is.”  A familiar flush began to creep through him as he stood behind her and examined her bound form from behind.  She was prettily made, and it would be great fun to play with her.

“Crack!”  He snapped the whip in the air, making her flinch and fanning the growing flames inside him.  He could feel her tenseness and her fear.  He snapped it again on the other side.  “Last chance…” but before even giving her a chance to answer he whipped her hard across the back, tearing her blouse and providing the first glimpse of her creamy flesh, which already began to turn into a bright red welt.

When he still received no answer he whipped her again, and then again.  Each time the vicious crack of the whip was met with a raucous cheer from the orcs and fiery hatred from the Catabrians.  Despite Rosalind’s shrill cries, she refused to give in and tell him what he wanted.  Indeed, from the stony looks she was giving the men it seemed like she was imploring them to say nothing.

She must be some kind of leader then, if she can command their silence.  No matter, I’ll get to the bottom of it, he thought.  As he continued to whip the redhead her shirt began to tear away at the back.  Long red marks criss-crossed her back as the tattered garment fell away to expose her flesh.

Still nothing he thought.  But rather than growing frustrated he grew even more interested and aroused at the thought of breaking her.  Maybe humiliation will succeed where force failed. He stepped up to her and pressed his face against her bare back, feeling the heat emanating from the wounds.  He dug his tusks into one of the marks and nuzzled up the length, making her hiss in pain.

“Perhaps your men need a better look at you, so they can see for themselves what you’re experiencing.”  He grabbed her shirt and tore it down, exposing her breasts.  He stifled his own intake of breath as he watched Rosalind blush.  Many of the prisoners looked away, but of course some stole looks at her naked body.  In the end though, gradually all the men turned back to see what was happening to her.

“Do you think they like what they see?  How many of them have fantasized about you before, I wonder?”  Agmar whispered into Rosalind’s ear.  He pressed his chest into her back and ran his hands up her body to cup her breasts, squeezing and massaging them.”

“Hey!  Let her go!” One of the prisoners shouted, before being silenced by the butt of a spear to his stomach.

He felt Rosalind wince against his body.  Interesting.  She cares for the men, then.  Maybe I can use that, he thought.  Agmar ran his fingers up to her nipples and pinched them, then twisted the nubs and pulled them away from her body.  “This doesn’t have to go any further.  You don’t need to be humiliated in front of your men.  Just tell me who you are to them.”

“Ah!  Nnng! Go to the Abyss!” Rosalind hissed at him.

Agmar only grinned in satisfaction at the answer.  He stepped to her front and slightly to the side, ensuring that the prisoners still had a good view of the show.  He brought the whip back and lashed it forward, striking Rosalind across the chest.  The corded leather cracked against her naked flesh making her cry out in pain.

Another blow left a second welt across her tits, and then a third.  Agmar whipped her again and again, making her dance for him and causing her breasts to bounce wildly as they became inflamed and was glowing a hot red.  As beads of sweat began to form on his head from the exertion he took a step back to admire his handiwork.

A half dozen long red welts extended from her shoulders to her navel, crossing her breasts, or sometimes in between them.  Rosalind herself was rocking back and forth unsteadily, struggling to stay on her feet.  Her red hair was soaked with sweat and clinging to her face as she breathed raggedly while reeling from the pain.

“Still nothing to say?  Any of you?  Very well, I can’t say I blame you.  You obviously want to see more of your wench, and I’m happy to oblige.”  Still grinning, Agmar approached Rosalind again and ripped open her pants, and then yanked them down to her ankles.  He pulled off her boots, and then tore the pants off the rest of the way, leaving her fully naked to the delight of the other orcs. 

Agmar pressed his nose into the scarlet thicket between her legs and took a deep breath of her scent as he prodded her labia with his tusks.  Her maiden’s blood still stained her milky thighs from her earlier violation, a fact which he promptly shared with her men by moving behind her and spreading her thighs.  “Take a good look.  How long has it been since some of you had seen her naked like this?  A good while I’d guess, since she was still a virgin when I took her.  Hah!  A virgin beauty at her age?  What’s the matter with you lot anyway, aren’t you real men?  Was she some sort of priestess?  Tell me, or this is just going to keep going on and on and on…”

Agmar gave the prisoners a moment to answer, but to his amazement they still remained silent.  Stubborn curs.  Slowly an idea began to form in his mind.  He wanted their cooperation, but he didn’t need it.  Maybe it would work out even better this way.  “Well, if you don’t want to talk, then maybe I’m better off getting rid of her.  She’s just a cunt, and there will be plenty more where she came from.  Kovos!  Rope!”

The young squire came running over with a length of rope, which Agmar fastened into a noose and looped it around Rosalind’s neck.

“What are you-No!  Let go!”  With her hands still tied, Rosalind didn’t have much capacity to resist.  Still, she tried to knee and kick Agmar as she struggled to get away, but her blows proved ineffectual to the burly orc.

As Agmar dragged Rosalind over to a nearby post the prisoners rose to their feet and started shouting.  The orc guards pressed in from all sides, condensing the group down and keeping them penned together so they could only watch in horror as Agmar strung Rosalind up.  His biceps bulged out as he pulled on the rope and lifted the struggling woman into the air before tying the base off.

Rosalind choked and struggled to breath as she kicked her feet in the air.  She wrestled at the rope binding her wrists, but couldn’t work them free to relieve the pressure around her throat.  Her lungs began to burn as she fought to breathe.

“What about now? Does anyone have anything to say?”  He didn’t think they would, but that was fine.  Agmar took a moment longer to admire the sight of her naked body flailing as her pale face started to color blue.  “Ah, who am I kidding?  I can’t let such a beauty go to waste.”  Agmar grabbed a bow and arrow from one of the guards and with barely taking a moment to aim let it fly.  The head of the arrow shot through the rope, severing it in two and causing Rosalind to collapse to the ground, hacking and coughing for breath.

Agmar walked over to Rosalind and bent low to whisper in her ear.  “I’m going to fuck you, right here, right now, and you better make me believe you’re loving every inch of my fat orc dick or all of your men will be swinging instead of you.”

He grabbed her by the hair and dragged her over towards the prisoners as Rosalind was still struggling to breathe after nearly being strangled.  He threw her down on all fours so she had to face her men.  They began to fight and struggle again, but they were outnumbered and outmatched by their orc guards.

“I don’t know why any of you lot haven’t taken this bitch before, but I’m gonna show you what she does to me, and what I’m gonna do to her.  This little semen demon should have been bred long ago, but if none of you were man enough to do it I guess I’ll just have to step up to the job!”

The sight of Rosalind’s naked, bruised, whipped body shaking on the ground at his feet made his already hard dick throb.  He quickly whipped it out and lined it up between her legs.  His large gray hand groped her tit and then stroked her bare shoulder, before giving her neck a warning squeeze.  

“This is what you want, isn’t it?  This is what you wanted all along?”

Rosalind whimpered softly to herself as she felt the heavy dick resting on her ass cheeks while his beefy hand closed around the back of her neck.  She looked up with pleading eyes to the men of her tribe, even though she knew they were powerless to save her.  Finally, she rasped out in a scratchy voice, “Yes, I want your big fat orc dick.  Give it to me, please!”  She flushed with shame, but she didn’t have a choice.  It was either sacrifice her pride and give in or watch them all die.

The mixed looks of disgust and pity struck her to her soul.  She tried to put on a brave face in order to hold up her end of the bargain to keep her face, but she couldn’t stop a look of revulsion as the orc’s monstrous cock lined up with her slit.

“You human sluts are all the same.  One taste of orc dick will turn even the most chaste maidens into a wanton whore.”  Agmar reached between her legs and spread her nether lips, and then shoved his thick shaft deep into her folds.  He grinned in satisfaction as she gave an exaggerated moan in response.  “And that’s what you are now, right?  A wanton whore?”

“Ah, yeah, I’m a w-whore for you!  Fuck me please!”  Rosalind shuddered as she felt that massive log lodged inside her body begin to move.  Each time the orc drew back his hips she slid on the ground, only to be thrown forward when he slammed into her again.  “Ow!”

She winced in pain as Agmar pulled her hair back, forcing her to look up at the captives.  She forced a smile onto her lips as she gently rocked her hips.  Agmar’s powerful thrusts did most of the work though, making her breasts bounce wildly and causing resounding smacks as his hips impacted her round backside.

“Heh, don’t get too anxious,” Agmar looked up at the prisoners and gave them a monstrous grin, “we have all the time in the world.  This is your principal purpose in life now, from today until you’re too old and dried up to give me any more children.”  He laughed and began thrusting harder, slamming painfully into her as he stabbed her with his dick again and again.

Agmar reached beneath her thighs and scooped her up as he stood.  He held her aloft, still impaled on his cock, with her legs spread and her tits hanging out in full view of the prisoners.  They continued to glare and grumble angrily as they were forced to watch Rosalind get fucked.  He made sure every lurid detail of his thick green cock was clearly visible to them as he lifted her up and down on his rod.

“Ah!  Mmm! Oh! Ah ah!”  Rosalind did her best whorish moans, imitating the throaty guttural sounds she overhead late at night in the village.  Her feet kicked out and she leaned back into the orc’s muscular body as she gyrated her hips, riding the wide girth of his shaft as it twisted inside her.

“That’s it you dirty slut.  Beg me for an orc whelp.  Beg to be bred by me!”  Agmar began to move Rosalind in a blur, hauling her up and down rapidly as he thrust upward, skewering her with his dick again and again.  He could feel his cum broiling up to the surface, ready to flood her womb once again with his virile seed.

Her face flushed scarlet as she saw the looks of shock and disgust on her people’s face.  But she also knew that if she didn’t do it, they’d all be killed, so she cried out, “Yes!  Put a baby in me!  Give me an orc child!  Breed me Master please!”  She tossed her head back and wailed as she felt Agmar’s cock pulse and begin depositing a burning hot load inside her.  Cum shot out of his rod, splattering her inner walls and painting the roof her sex as he emptied himself inside her.

When he was done, Agmar lifted her off his cock and set her down on the ground on her back.  He left her legs spread, so that everyone could see her gaping quim as it leaked his seed.  He stood over her, cock still hanging freely as it dripped the last of his cum down onto her face and breasts.

“I’ve been thinking,” he said, “since I have this bitch, I don’t really need all these prisoners anyway.”

Rosalind’s heart seized in her chest.  Oh no, she thought, he’s going to kill them anyway.

“What, with the extra mouths to feed and the constant threat of rebellion.  No, we don’t need them.  So,” Agmar paused, letting the tension build and draw out, “let them go.  All of them.  Get them out of my sight!”

The guards looked shocked and hesitated to obey, but a glare from Agmar had them spurred them into action. 

When they were gone, Bogor and Logoth approached him.  “Are you sure that’s wise?  They know our numbers, and our disposition.  And they’d make good laborers; besides, they’ll be out for blood after seeing what you just did.”  Bogor asked.

“Yes, they’re all suitably outraged now.”

“Ah.”  Bogor smiled, understanding.

“I don’t get it,” Logoth said, “We want outraged insurgents to be a constant thorn in our side?”

Agmar grunted in frustration.  “No, we want outraged tribesman who are going to run and tell the survivors exactly what is happening to their special woman.  That will bring them all out of hiding, and we’ll be ready.  Bogor, gather a team of scouts.  Tell them to follow them back to their Tribe’s hiding place, but don’t engage.  Have them mark the location and wait for the rest of the army to arrive.  Then we’ll bring these savages to heel.”

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“To arms To arms!  We’re under attack!”

Voices cry out in the dark, rousing Agmar from his sleep.  Quickly banishing the drowsiness from his mind he leapt to his feet.  He had fallen asleep in his armor, so all he needed to do was grab his hammer, shield, and helm and he was ready to respond.  As he rushed out of the hut he claimed as his own he was joined by his sons.

“The Catabrians are attacking the camp!  They’re coming in from the south and east!” Bogor reported.

“We should ride out from the north and cut them off!”  Logoth interjected with excitement.  “We can finish them off once and for all!”

Agmar shook his head.  “The attack is a distraction.  They’re here for the girl.  Bogor, you rally the men and blunt the attack.  When they break off, pursue.  Don’t lose them for anything!  Keep going until you link up with the scouts that were following the prisoners.  They should have been able to see where the attack came from.  Then hit them hard and let no one escape!”

“Yes father, at once!”  Bogor saluted and ran off to join the fight, leaving Agmar with Logoth.

“What about me?” Logoth asked impatiently.

“We’re going to go kill whoever thinks they can rescue the girl.” Agmar stepped off without waiting for a response, headed towards the hut he confined the redheaded slut in.  He loped through the small village, hugging the walls of the huts and ducking around corners in shadows.   The sounds of battle were waiting for them as they arrived at the hut.

Fortunately Agmar had the foresight to reinforce the hut, and his orcs were locked in combat with the raiding party.  Agmar slipped behind one and brought his hammer down at the base of the man’s neck, shattering his vertebrae and making him drop like a puppet whose strings were cut.

“Behind us!  They’re coming up behind us!” 

Agmar smiled grimly at the panic in their voices.  One of the humans turned to confront him as he and Logoth closed in.  The Catabrian swung his axe, which Agmar blocked with his shield.  He ignored the splinters that exploded through the air from the impact and countered with a swing of his hammer.

The human leaned back out of the way, but Agmar quickly followed up on the attack with another swing, while pressing forward with the advantage.  He forced the Catabrian to step backward by keeping up the pressure, though he resorted to jabs and shield bashes in an effort to conserve his strength.  This fight was just beginning and he didn’t want to get too exhausted too quickly.

As Agmar let up the pressure the human was able to regain his footing.  He planted his feet and blocked a jab with his shield, and then swung forward with the axe.  Agmar deflected it, and then grinned in satisfaction as blood splattered across his shield.  The long blade of a sword protruding from the Catabrians chest quickly pulled back out of him again.  Agmar nodded to the orc defending the hut that he had deliberately herded the human too.

He didn’t have time to revel in the victory as he was quickly beset on both sides.  The Catabrian with the spear was easy to block with his shield, the deep gouges in the wood notwithstanding.  His other opponent was wielding a sword and shield, and even managed to find a chain hauberk to wear.  The human pushed him hard, forcing him to try and fend off the sword with his hammer.

The two Catabrians worked in tandem. As Agmar fended off the sword wielding Catabrian, the one with the spear suddenly struck low, scoring a glancing blow that opened a cut across his thigh.  Agmar grunted in pain and clenched his teeth as he fought through the discomfort and the urge to drop to the ground. 

As the two warriors came in again, Agmar sensed an opportunity and changed his tactics.  When the swordsman slashed at him he met it with a heavy back handed swing from his hammer.  A thunderous cracking ripped through the night as the end of the blade snapped in half.  So great was the force of the blow that the hilt was torn out of the Catabrians hand and the broken shard went flying through the air.

The other Catabrian saw his friend’s distress and tried to come to his aid, but Agmar was ready.  He closed the distance and rammed into him with his shield.  Using his greater size and strength Agmar rolled over the barbarian and knocked him to the ground.  A quick, vicious stomp shattered his jaw and left him stunned on the floor.

The armored Catabrian smashed his shield into Agmar’s back, sending the burly orc to the ground.  The orc fell into the bloody earth with a grunt, but quickly rolled over onto his back.  As the human brought the shield down with both hands Agmar swung his own shield around to absorb the blow.  

The shock of the impact made his teeth rattle and shook his arm to the bone, but he held steady.

As the Catabrian raised the shield to strike again Agmar kicked out at the human’s knee, forcing him back.  He quickly followed up with a hammer blow to the barbarian warrior’s foot.  The orc was rewared with the sound of multiple bones shattering and an ear splitting scream from the warrior. 

As he hobbled back, Agmar leapt to his feet and struck with his hammer again.  The head of the hammer smashed into the chain shirt, sending shockwaves through the metal that cracked the Catbarian’s ribs and caused his heart to miss a beat.  The human fell to the ground and Agmar was on him in an instant.  The orc’s hammer came down again, this time collapsing the barbarian’s face into a mess of blood, bones, and brain.  Agmar rose off the ground and walked to his other defeated opponent and smashed his skull as well, before looking for another enemy to kill.

Meanwhile Logoth was locked in a fight of his own.  A burly Catabrian with a shepherd’s crook was squared off against him, using his superior reach to maintain the initiative against the orc.  The Catabrians frame rippled as he swung powerful blows towards Logoth.

“Hah!  Is that the best you have?  You should go back to tending flock.  But I’ll tell you what, after we crush your people I’ll let you tend mine for me?”  Logoth laughed and ducked as the crook sliced through the air above his head.  He could feel the breeze on the back of his neck as he charged forward, thrusting forward with his sword.

The Catabrian jumped back, but not before the blade nicked his thigh.  He grunted in a mixture of pain and frustration as he brought the crook down again trying to smash in Logoth’s skull. 

The orc raised his shield to absorb the blow.  A long crack formed down the length as the heavy weight of the cudgel smashed into the wood.  Logoth lunged forward again, this time angling upward with the blow.  The tip sunk into the Catabrian’s stomach and then beneath his rib cage.  Logoth gave it a vicious twist and then yanked it back.

The Catabrian gurgled, his eyes widening in surprise as his intestines poured out from the wound.  A foul stench filled the air as his guts piled on the floor.  He joined them on the ground a moment later as the life disappeared from his eyes.

Logoth spun around on his heel, bringing his shield around to block a hammer blow.  His other hand slashed forward, moving as fast as a whip as he slashed the hand of his assailant.  The human cried out and dropped the hammer, but before Logoth could follow up he was attacked again. “Heh, too slow.”

This time a spearman charged forward, thrusting the weapon towards Logoth’s back.  The orc deftly spun to the side and bashed him across the back with the shield, sending him flying.  The crack widened as the wood splintered further.  Both halves dangled uselessly from the wooden frame, almost ready to completely fall apart.  “Better, but still too slow.”

Logoth took a brief moment to take stock of the battle.  Human and orc corpses littered the battlefield, but it was clear the orcs were gaining the upper hand.  Only a small handful of them remained and they were quickly being penned in by the surviving orcs.

The two humans he was facing reformed and Logoth turned his attention back to them.  The first was now wielding the hammer in his off hand, and Logoth didn’t think he would prove much of a threat.  The other was more dangerous, especially if he worked in tandem with the hammer wielder.  The two Catabrians began to fan out around him and he knew he had to move quickly. 

“Going to try again, huh?  I hope you’re better prepared this time.”

He threw the remnants of the shield at the spearman and turned to charge the wounded human.  Logoth was able to close the distance quickly enough to check the hammer stroke, and then smashed his forehead into the human’s nose.  As he reeled back Logoth ran him through with the sword.

The Catabrian only had one chance to take the orc and this was it.  He ran up behind Logoth and tried to stab him through the back.   Logoth released his sword and grabbed the hammer from the dead Catabrian and spun again, swinging it backhanded.  It landed with a satisfying thud as he shattered the human’s eye socket and driving the splintered fragments of his skull into his brain. 

Logoth looked down and watched blood drip down from the hammer.  “Not bad, but I think I’ll stick with a sword.”  He turned to retrieve his blade just in time to see it coming down in a tight arc.  Fortunately, the pain didn’t even last a second.

When the last human was dead Agmar moved towards the hut where Rosalind was being kept. 

“Sir Agmar, Sir Agmar!”  One of the defenders ran up to him.  “I’m sorry, Sir, Logoth was killed in the fight.”

“Damn, that’s too bad.  Alright, you come with me then.  We need to make sure no one snuck in while we were fighting.”  Agmar suppressed his annoyance at having to go into potentially close quarters combat with an unknown fighting partner.  Hopefully Bogor would return soon to fight at his side.

Inside the hut, a small figure dressed all in black was desperately trying to free Rosalind from the many and intricate knots binding her body.  Damn fools didn’t even leave one behind to guard her, he thought in annoyance.

Agmar’s nose twitched as he caught a feminine scent.  “Well now, what do we have here?”   The small figure looked up in surprise and ran for the knife, but Agmar intercepted her easily.  “Another little bitch come to play with me?  Maybe this night won’t be a total loss after all!”

“Leave her alone!” Rosalind screamed, but she was still hogtied with additional ropes coming off her limbs, torso, and neck to various posts in the ground. 

Agmar gripped the hood and ripped it off, revealing a mess of copper curls.  “Well aren’t you a pretty little lass?  I don’t suppose you want to talk to me,” Agmar looked over to Rosalind, “or do we have to go through all that again, except with her this time?”

Rosalind closed her eyes and hung her head.  She couldn’t make Melinda go through everything she had, even if she knew Agmar was still going to have his way with her.  But maybe at least she could spare her some of the physical torture.  “No, no don’t.  I’ll tell you.”

“Rosalind, no!”  Melinda cried out, though her protest was quickly cut off as Agmar stuffed the hood in her mouth.

“Well?  Who is she?”  Agmar persisted.

“My niece; she’s my niece, Melinda.”  She whispered out.

“Your niece? Hah!”  Agmar belched out a throaty laugh.  “This will be fun.  Incest is a game the whole family can play.”  He carried Melinda over towards Rosalind as he began pulling and tearing at her clothes.

“Hey!  Let go!”  Melinda glared angrily and began beating her fists against Agmar, but the orc ignored the feeble attacks.

“What?  Oh no, you can’t possibly mean to-”

“Oh yes I can.”  Agmar replied with a grin.  He positioned Melinda behind Rosalind.  The older woman was still on the floor, with her legs spread and feet pulled back.  He adjusted the bindings, opening up a little more space.  He then grabbed the back of Melinda’s neck and pushed her violently into Rosalind’s ass.  “Be a good girl now and give Auntie a kiss!”

“Mmmmph!”  Melinda released a muffled scream as her face was buried between Rosalind’s round ass cheeks.

“Ah!” Rosalind gasped as she felt Mel’s soft lips press against her bottom as the young woman’s face was mashed into her rear.  She flushed in shame as her body actually enjoyed the feeling, before her guilt intervened and overpowered the lust.

“Kiss it!”  Agmar barked, squeezing tighter.  His other hand quickly stripped Mel below the waist, and then slapped between her legs to pinch and paw at her pussy lips.  “Lick it!” He commanded again, this time pushing aside her clitoral hood to pinch and squeeze her pleasure nub directly.

Melinda squealed in pain from the abuse, a sound which sent daggers through Rosalind’s heart.

“It’s ok Mel, just do it, don’t make him force you.”  She didn’t know whether to feel like a traitor or a slut for encouraging her niece.  We just have to get through this, she thought, we just have to last until we can escape.  It isn’t us, he’s making us.

As Melinda’s hot tongue began to stroke between her ass cheeks Rosalind couldn’t help but doubt her convictions.  She looked so much like her mother, and that image kept on intruding in her mind as she felt the wet muscle lapping at her backside.  Despite herself, she found it arousing to fantasize about Sarah despite that fact that it was her niece being forced into the incestual act by a brutish orc.

“That’s it, good girl.  Just keep doing what I say and everything will be fine.”  He continued to roughly paw between Mel’s legs as he released her neck and moved to free his cock.  The twisted green dick was already hard.  His member was throbbing and ready to plunge inside his newest captive.

The younger woman was more attractive than the older one, and had an innocence he looked forward to crushing.  Still, Rosalind still had some embers of defiance that needed to be snuffed out.  He didn’t take her sudden compliance for anything other than a momentary weakness.  Agmar knew she would be looking for some other way to resist.

“There will be time enough for both of you, but for right now I need to break in little Mellie.  I need to claim her as mine or every orc in camp will be competing to crawl up your cunt.”  Agmar stuck two fingers from each hand into Mel’s pussy and slid them deep enough to pry her sex open.  But he was surprised when they struck a barrier inside her.  “By the Abyss, another virgin?  Hah!  What is wrong with the men of this tribe!  Don’t they know how to fuck a woman!”

Rosalind’s heart clenched as she heard Agmar’s crude words.  If only she hadn’t been so stern and overbearing Melinda could have been with Cuthbert for her first time.  Now she was going to be raped just like she had been; claimed and ravished by an ugly, cruel orc.  She winced as she felt the moment Agmar entered her niece.  She could feel Mel’s face press tighter in her backside, and hear her whimper of pain as her maidenhead was pierced.

“Nnnnh!”  Melinda groaned in pain as she felt the thick cock slide deep inside her body.  Agmar hadn’t even removed his fingers, so her poor pussy was stretched beyond imagination.  She tried to think of Cuthbert, hoping he’d forgive her and wishing it was him with her now.   But the pain and humiliation was too much, especially with her face buried in her Aunt’s rear end.

Her tongue had kept moving on its own, gently lapping up and down between the crevice of Ros’ ass.  But as the cock pushed inside her she found her face and mouth sliding deeper.  Soon her tongue was bathing her Aunt’s little hole, tracing the puckered rosebud and even starting to push gently inside.

“Mmm!” Rosalind couldn’t help but moan as she felt the tongue push against her backside.  She knew she was getting wet despite her shame.  It just felt too good, and was hitting too close to home with her personal fantasies.  May Sarah forgive me.

“Oh fuck you’re a tight little bitch.  I thought your Auntie was tight, but you’re something else all together.  I’m going to have to savor this cunt.  One like this doesn’t come along every day!”  Agmar grunted and began moving his dick in and out.  Each time he thrust he made sure to mash her face into Rosalind’s ass a little deeper.

The vice-like cunt around his cock felt incredible, and he couldn’t help but start to move faster to increase his pleasure.  As he began to fuck the young woman, his gaze drifted from her bare ass up to the copper locks atop her head.  They obscured the sight of her tongue creeping up Ros’ ass, so he reached down to grab her hair in his fist and pull it out of the way.

Tears welled up in Mel’s eyes as she felt the orc begin to move faster.  Her sex felt like it was on fire, and her tongue ached from constantly fluttering against Rosalind’s ass.  When will this end!

Although she hadn’t been with him for very long, Rosalind had enough experience with Agmar’s brutal rapes to get a sense for when his climax was approaching.  As she felt Melinda’s face start to slap against her butt from the force and tempo of Agmar’s thrusts she knew he was approaching climax.  She was grateful that he was almost done, and hopeful that this time he’d have only a single climax to him.

Agmar continued to thrust, going faster and faster until the stimulation finally proved to be too much.  “Here it comes, another orc baby for the tribe.  Heh, what do you call brothers who are also cousins anyway?”  Agmar began to laugh even as the cum launched out of the slanted tip of his dick.  It poured inside Mel, filling her no-longer-virginal passageway with his sticky seed.

His cock pulsed a few more times as the last of his seed dripped out.  Agmar kept his cock plugged inside her a moment as he massaged her ass and watched her collapse, sobbing, atop her Aunt.  “Oh it’s too soon for that.  I don’t think I’m done yet.”  Agmar slid his still hard cock out and then scooped Melinda up in his arms.  He dragged her over to Rosalind’s front and plopped her down in front of her Aunt.  “I’ll tell you what, I’ll do you both a favor.  Suck my cum out of her quim and maybe she won’t get pregnant.  Well, this time at least.  Hah!”

The sight of Melinda’s gaping, cum covered slit both disgusted and aroused her.  She felt an overwhelming need to lick it, even despite her shame.  But Agmar’s words provided the excuse she needed, an excuse her mind rapidly worked to justify giving in to her desire.  She slowly lowered her face to her niece’s beautiful pussy and began to lick.

The taste of the cum was just as awful as she remembered, but the more she licked the more she tasted the pussy beneath it.  The taste only encouraged her, and soon she was plunging her tongue deep inside the younger woman, exploring her folds and the taste of her sex.

I’m really doing it, she realized with wonder, I’m actually licking another woman’s sex!

Melinda winced as her sensitive, abused pussy was licked by her Aunt.  But after a moment it actually started to feel soothing.  The gentle brush of the tongue was a welcome change to the orc’s rough treatment, and the longer it continued the more she actually began to enjoy the sensation.

Agmar couldn’t let that continue though, at least not unaccompanied by some pain and discomfort.  As he repositioned himself behind Rosalind, he yelled at the orc who followed him into the hut.  "Hey, you, get over here and shove your dick down her throat.”  He laughed as the orc obediently ran over.  “And I mean in her throat, I want her choking on it.”

“Yes Sir!”  The orc exclaimed as he freed his dick.  He quickly grabbed Mel’s jaw to pry her mouth open and shoved his dick deep inside.

The sound of Mel choking on the orc dick affirmed his hardness, and he quickly pushed it inside Rosalind’s pussy.  “Hah, by the Abyss this is the wettest I’ve ever felt you!  What’s gotten you so hot, having your niece lick out your ass, or tonguing her cum filled cunt?”  He laughed again and began to fuck her properly.  “No need to answer now, I can see you’re a little busy.  Besides, we have the rest of your lives to figure that out!”

Her ears burned and she knew her pale skin must be as red as her hair.  Even worse, with her pussy properly wet and lost in the hotness of being with another woman she found she was even enjoying the sensation of the cock plunging in and out of her pussy.  I guess I’m finally getting used to it.  The more he thrust, the more eagerly she licked and sucked the cum out of her niece’s sex.  I have to get her clean, she thought, I have to focus on that.

“Agghk!  Glllk!  Mmmphllg!”  Melinda struggled to breath as the cock pushed in and out of her throat.  Each time it did she felt like she was going to throw up.  The panic of feeling strangled clashed with the pleasant feeling of Aunt Rosalind’s tongue between her legs.  She hadn’t any idea that such a thing was possible, or that it would feel so good.  The more it continued the more she feared she would climax even while her throat was being fucked.

“Here it comes, I’m just going to keep giving you load after load until you’re fat with my kid!”  Agmar grinned in satisfaction as he felt her cunt spasm around his dick. Knowing she climaxed pushed him over the edge, and soon he too was cumming again and filling her womb with another batch of his seed.  “Make sure you cum on her face!” He quickly barked out to the other orc.  Apparently the redhead has a thing for her niece, or at least for women.  I can use that.

The orc grunted in pleasure, but combined with Agmar’s order.  He pulled his dick out and jacked it furiously, and seconds later he started shooting his load all over the young woman’s face.  Globs of semen splattered across her cheeks, eyes, nose, mouth, and chin.  It tangled in her hair and even shot into her ear as he bathed her face in his seed.

Melinda shuddered as her own orgasm exploded.  The relief from having her throat spared allowed her to climax even under the shame of having her face painted with orc cum.    She cried out as the waves of pleasure coursed through her body.  By the time she recovered, the orc was gone again and Agmar was crouching beside her once more.

Agmar quickly cut Rosalind free, and then pulled her up so she was face to face with Melinda.  “I want you to look your niece in the eyes.  Make eye contact, and keep it while you lick every last drop of cum off of her face.  I want her to be sparkling by the time you’re done.”

Rosalind shuddered at the intimacy he was demanding.  She had been able to pretend it was Sarah earlier, but now that she was looking at Mel in the eyes there was no avoiding it.  Her niece had licked her ass, she had ate out her niece’s pussy.  Tears began to well in her eyes again as she extended her tongue and started to lick Mel’s face clean.

“Sir Agmar!”  Bogor shouted as he entered the hut.  He looked tired and worn from fighting and riding hard.  “We found them, and we won.  We captured all their women, children, and livestock!  This tribe, at least, is ours!”

A sinister grin crossed Agmar’s lips as Rosalind and Melinda burst into tears.  Now the real fun can begin.