Captain Lochley Update 0.5.5

Whew! After a very long hiatus, I've finally managed an update for Captain Lochley! This finishes the skeleton of the game, going all the way through Day 5, and offers two bad ends. I've been very productive this past week, getting work done on both Triumph and Lochley, so I'm going to try and keep working on both. The next update of Lochley will have 1 good end and two more bad ends (all at the very end of the game.) After that I will start fleshing out some of the choices that are blank as well as adding mid-game bad ends. Eventually, I'll get around to adding pictures! Update: Changed to 0.5.7. If you were using an older version, you have to make a fresh start from the new one. Link below is the new one. Anyway, you can find the link to the new version here.

Conquest Ch. 04 Preview

I'm pretty excited about this scene I wrote yesterday.  I wasn't planning to write it; the cold open leading to a sex scene just got longer and longer as my imagination took off.  I hope you enjoy it!

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Six Months Later

The sun shone bright orange early in the morning, its rays beating down on the long Mead Hall which now dominated the center of the village.  The small encampment which had once been the home of the Lainaird Tribe had grown into a small town after he repopulated it with captives from neighboring tribes.  Once the wooden palisade surrounding it was completed Agmar finally decided it was worthy of a name and dubbed it Royalton.  A fitting name for a King’s City, he thought.

The town itself was a strange mixture of human and orc custom.  On the one hand it had the open, pastoral layout of an orc encampment, with small huts and gated fields for livestock, mixed with long halls for the orc retainers without property.  But on the other, it had walls, a centralized building for the King, as well as a Square and market stalls for commerce.  Eventually Agmar planned to grow the Mead Hall into a proper keep, but that would take years.

The town was a testament to Agmar’s vision for an orc Kingdom.  His uncle Bodak tried something similar in Braden, long ago, but had gone about it all wrong.  He simply forced the most aggressive of the orcs into human castles and let them loose.  But their querulous nature made it difficult to manage land and that first generation of orcs didn’t have the experience to manage humans in tilling it.

Agmar planned to let orcs be orcs.  Some would tend livestock, some would be merchants.  Most would be retainers, getting to share in their Lord’s women and food in return for combat. Subduing the Hills completely would take several more years at least.  Perhaps even a decade.  Then he would see about turning his attention to Thesta.  War was going to come, if not today as a result of his invasion, then in years to come.

The ivory throne creaked beneath him as he shifted his weight.  Not real ivory, though, not from the tusks of the sea bears who populated the northern coast of the Hills or from the elephants found in the Eastern Kingdoms.  Human ivory, culled from the ‘Abyss’ itself.  Femurs made up the seat and held up the chair itself.  Its back was made of ribs, and a row of thirteen skulls decorated the top.  Eventually he would have it replaced with real ivory from the north.  But for now, he decided that a certain terror was called for the intimidate these barbarians into staying in line.

Case in point was the matter brought before him today for judgment.  “Bring forth the prisoner.”

Cuthbert Korlick was dragged forward by two burly orcs.  Even with his bruised and puffy face the Tribesman managed to look defiant.  The leader of the Korlick Clan had recently been captured while trying to raid sheep from the holdfast.  The thought made Agmar grin with satisfaction; organize resistance in these parts of the Hills had degenerated into banditry.

Crouched at his feet beside the throne, Mel gave a little whimper.  Agmar reached down to stroke her head affectionately.  He had long since heard that his slave had once been betrothed to the man.  “Cuthbert Korlick, you’ve been caught stealing sheep and bearing arms against my guards.  Do you have anything to say in your defense?”

“I didn’t steal anything.  How could I steal what’s rightfully mine?  Those sheep had my mark on them, sure enough.  Seems to me I was taking back after your man stole them.”

Agmar scowled at the human.   The man’s fate was sealed before he ever entered the room, but he wanted to make a show of justice so people would at least hope that judgments would be fair.  But instead of giving Cuthbert rope to hang himself with he turned it around in a way that any human would think reasonable.  Which I should have seen coming, he thought, I’ve grown complacent in victory and success.

“Your lands and herds were stripped of you for your treason in swearing fealty and taking up arms against your King.”  That wasn’t true, strictly speaking, as Cuthbert had never been given the opportunity to swear fealty, but it sounded good.  Good enough at any rate.  “Throw him in the ‘Abyss’!”

The orcs cheered, but beside him Mel whimpered.  “Do you have something to say, pet?  Would you like to intercede on your former betrothed’s behalf?”

Cuthbert looked at Mel, seeing her there for the first time.  He hadn’t recognized her at first, not with her crouched and dirty, her hair tangled in front of her face.  Certainly not with the round belly either, swollen with Agmar’s spawn.  His face was torn between shock, disgust, and the faint hope that somehow Mel’s intercession could save him.

But Mel just shook her head and looked away.  Agmar rose off his throne and grabbed the leash attached to Mel’s neck and led her after Cuthbert and the guards as they dragged him out of the Mead Hall.  Agmar’s preferred form of punishment, at least his preferred form of lethal punishment, was to condemn prisoners to the ‘Abyss’.  An old Hell Glass pit mine, long since abandoned, had been deepened and widened into the side of a hill. 

The smooth, inky black stone sides seemed to absorb all light, so that looking down you couldn’t see how deep it was, or whether anything was alive down there.  Cuthbert was dragged to the edge of the earth’s gaping maw, but before they threw him in he was able to shout his final words.

“Enjoy it while you can, Agmar!  Amelie is coming, and Thesta rides with her!  She’ll sweep you and the rest of your trash from these hills!  You’ll die a failure!  A nothing, a no one, a bastard failure!” 

Agmar snarled and kicked him square in the chest, sending him flying into the pit.  His screams ehoed in the chamber, gradually fading into the faint shriek of the wind tearing through the hole.  No one was really sure if he would survive the fall or not; it was just known that no one came out again after being thrown inside.  Eventually his wounds, or hunger, or thirst would see to him.

Or perhaps, as some muttered, one of the previous prisoners condemned to the Abyss would murder and eat him.  Already legends were springing up about savage, cannibal prisoners in the depths.  The warriors who stood guard at the pit told stories of howling screams coming from within.  It’s just the wind, he thought, but still, the stories sent a shiver down the spine of even orcs.

Worse than the tales of the Abyss, to Agmar’s annoyance, were tales of the Princess-Knight, Amelie.  Cuthbert was right when he said Amelie was coming.  Spies in Thesta had reported her gathering troops, and he knew Jeanette, Belkor, and Trogar were gathering swords in their Kingdoms as well.  It still remained to be seen if the diplomats would calm things, but the fragile peace between the Kingdoms rested on a knife’s edge.

For weeks his men had been looking over their shoulders, to the rise of every hill, as if expecting that Amelie and her Falcon Guard would come sweeping down and take them unawares.  Although her service in the last war against Heste had earned her fearsome reputation, it was her actions against the orcs of the Angrian Marche that made his warriors shudder. 

Some orc tribes never did surrender to Turogg, and they had continued to raid Thesta and Sandora while the orcs moved into Zentara and then Heste.  After one particularly bad year of raids Amelie had decided to launch a reprisal against the orcs.  She formed her own caravan and set out into the Marche on the normal trade route.  But rather than carrying goods or treasures, she brought soldiers and steel.  When the local orc warlord demanded tribute to let the caravan pass, she refused.  And when his warriors descended on the caravan they met not scared merchants and green guards but her seasoned Falcon Guard, and were cut down. 

She didn’t end it there, though.  She followed them back to their camp and burned it, claiming the livestock and freeing all the women she found.  Then she marched on the nearest trading post, which did business with the tribe, and burned that as well and plundered its riches.  She extracted a map of all the nearby orc encampments from the prisoners, before returning home to Thesta.  From then on, anytime one of her towns was attacked her Falcon Guard rode in the March to burn one of the encampments.  It took a few years, but eventually she pushed the orcs back far enough that the raids came to a halt.

Orcs rightly looked down on humans as being weak warriors in their own right.  Oh they were brave enough to be sure, and clever, but small and weak.  Their women were even more so, and yet Amelie not only didn’t fear to meet them in combat but was known to have cut down many in fair combat.  It was whispered that she was surely channeling some dark power from the Abyss to give her such prowess.

The rumors were absurd, of course.  Steel could kill an orc, whether held by elf or man, man or woman.  Still, all through his town orcs muttered, Amelie is coming.  Amelie is coming.  Amelie is coming.  The Princess-Knight’s arrival was a talisman for the humans as well.  He could see in their faces that they still had hope that she would save them, as Thesta had so many times in the past.

The orcs need a distraction, and I have just the idea.  “If Amelie comes, I’ll show you what’s waiting for her.  Let’s take a walk over to the barn for some sport, eh?”  He chuckle and soon the others were joining in as they made their way to the barn.

Orc Dominion: Conquest Ch. 03

Here is Chapter 3 of Orc Dominion: Conquest.  I will try to have Chapter 4 posted in two weeks, depending on editing.  I'll probably put a preview up tomorrow or Friday though, as I got a lot of writing done today that I'm proud of and want to show off :)

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Rosalind breathed a sigh of relief and slumped back down into her cell.  The sight of Agmar riding off gladdened her, despite her otherwise perilous surroundings.  The orcs left to guard her and the camp might rape her, but they wouldn’t subject her to the tortures that Agmar had. 

As Melinda pressed against her, she wrapped her arm around her niece.  Her face blushed as she felt her brother’s daughter’s naked flesh against her body, as memories of their forced incestual encounter welled up on her mind.  Now in the light of day, with her captor departed, the shame of how she enjoyed it began to creep back into her mind. 

“How long do you think he’ll be gone?” Her niece asked. 

“I’m not sure, days probably, maybe weeks.  Hopefully forever.”  Their captor had left to chase down the remaining Korlick and Brannog warriors and to capture their womenfolk and livestock.  With a bit of luck someone would end his miserable life and send him spiraling to the Abyss.

“I hope Cuthbert is alright.  Did you see any sign of him at all in the battle?”  Melina asked her, hope tremulous in her voice.

Rosalind shoot her head, answering her for what seemed like the hundredth time.  “I’m afraid not, Mellie.  I didn’t see or hear anything from him after our war council.  But I’m sure he’s alright, and I’m sure even now he’s rallying the other tribes to throw out these accursed orcs.”

Melinda nodded, but Rosalind could see the worry still ingrained on her face.  In addition to not having heard any news of Cuthbert, there also hadn’t been any news of Mel’s mother, Sarah.  Presumably she was alive somewhere in the village as a captive, but neither Melinda nor Ros had been allowed out of Agmar’s hut long enough to try and find some trace of her. 

She didn’t know what instructions had been left regarding them.  They might be let out, forced to labor, or forced to warm the beds of the guards; she simply had no idea.  What she did know was that this was their best chance to escape, and she needed only to find an opportunity. 

“Mel,” she whispered, “we need to begin looking for a way to escape.” 

“We can’t leave without my mother.” Mel replied quickly. 

“I know you don’t want to, but we may have to.  It’s what she would want, Mel.  She’d want me to get you out.  If we can make it to Thesta than we can come back to rescue her and everyone else.”  Rosalind tried to sound confident, but inside she was shaking.  I was so sure we’ve beat the orcs, but we got crushed, she thought, why should I trust myself now? 

She had to have faith, though.  If she didn’t, she may as well kill Mel and herself now.  Help was coming, they just had to hold on, and if they could escape, so much the better.  “Get on your hands and knees, Mellie, and let me climb up on your back.  I want to try and see out the window.”

“Why can’t I climb on your-” Mellie’s words froze in her throat as she remembered what Agmar had done to Ros’ back.  “I’m sorry.”  She quickly got on all fours and allowed Rosalind to climb up and look out the window.

The cell they were being held in was new.  The orcs had quickly thrown up the wooden structure to hold prisoners.  No one in the Catabrian Tribes built structures like this, they mostly lived in thatched huts.  It was sturdy construction though, much too new and strong to break through. 

A pang of regret stabbed through her heart as she looked out the window and saw life had more or less returned to normal.  The men and women of her tribe bustled about the small village, tending their livestock, carrying some to be butchered, carrying bales of wool for weaving.  But there was something wrong with the picture see saw.  Lurking in dark corners and in shadows were the orcs.  Their oppressive stature loomed in the periphery, ever watchful of her tribe.  It isn’t the same as it was before, she thought, nor will it ever be again.

She didn’t see any sign of Sarah, nor of Black Pete.  But there were humans moving about more or less freely, and that was a good thing.  It meant that if they were to slip free from this cell they could at least blend in with the crowd while trying to escape.

“Can you see anything?  If you can’t, would you mind climbing down?  You’re killing my back!”

“Are you trying to say I’m fat?” Rosalind giggled, but climbed down nonetheless.  “There’s people about, trying to go on like they always did.”  She sighed and began to pace about the cell, inspecting every corner and joint looking for some weakness.  “If we can get out of this room we should be able to melt into the crowd and escape that way.” 

“I don’t know Auntie; won’t they be looking for that?  They wouldn’t let everyone just walk around if they were worried about people escaping.”  Despite her pessimism, Mel got off the floor and joined Rosalind in examining their cell.

“Maybe, but it sounded like Agmar claimed us as his.  Maybe the others are claimed as well, and the only ones watching them are the ones who own them.  If that’s the case, no one will be watching us.”

“Yeah, I guess.  But first we have to get out of this cell.  Any thoughts on that?” 

“Well, maybe.”  Rosalind took a deep breath to steel herself.  “The orcs are a lusty lot.  I was thinking maybe we could lure one in with our bodies and then kill him and take his key and weapon.” 

Melinda looked shocked at the idea.  “Try and tempt one to come in?  I don’t want any of their gross paws coming anywhere near me again!”

“I know, but if we don’t escape we’ll be stuck in here forever anyway.  It’s something to think about…”

They didn’t find anything encouraging though, and soon went back to sitting on the floor.  After a while, two orcs entered the jail building.  Rosalind thought she recognized one of them from the other day, she thought it was one of Agmar’s sons. 

“Good afternoon ladies, I hope you’re faring well.  I know it can take a little time to get used to my father, especially at first.”  Bogor said, trying to sound genial.

Rosalind didn’t know what to say.  Why was the orc treating her like a fancy lady?  “That’s one way to put it.”  

“He asked me to check in on you.” 

“Did he?” 

“Hah!  No, not really.”  Bogor laughed.  “He actually told me to make sure no one damaged you without his leave.  If anyone comes around looking to take advantage, tell them to see me.  And if they go ahead anyway, let me know about it after and I’ll see that you’re avenged.”

“You’ll see that your father is avenged, anyway.” 

Bogor only grinned at that.  “Right again, you’re a clever lass.  I can see why he likes you.” He looked at the other orc and flicked his head towards the women.

The other orc stepped forward carrying plates of food.  He opened the cells and passed them to Ros and Mel, who took them eagerly and began eating. 

After she was half done she remembered her plan and looked up to Bogor.  “Surely your father doesn’t place such restrictions on you?  You are his son after all, and it’s been so lonely in here all day.”  She ran her fingers down between her breasts and forced a smile on her lips. 

“No doubt, but do I look stupid enough to cross him?  Don’t worry, when he returns you’ll get more than your fill.”  He looked to the other orc.  “Make sure to get their plates back when they’re done.  Don’t leave anything that can be used as a tool.” 

The orc nodded as Bogor departed. “So, it’s been lonely has it?  Heh, I bet it has.  You’re not the first girls to find they can’t get enough of the orc cock once they’ve had a taste.”  He leered unabashedly at Ros and Mel through the bars of the door.

She hesitated for just a moment before forcing a smile.  “You have it just right.  Your lord will likely be gone for some days yet, why don’t you come in and keep me company?  He’ll never find out.” 

The orc considered it, and then moved to a window to look out and see if anyone was coming.  Deciding that the coast was clear, he came back and opened the cell door.  “Alright, but I want the younger one to get me warmed up first, then you can have your fill.” 

Rosalind blanched and Melinda paled as the orc began to pull out his dick.  She eyed the orc’s sheathed dagger, but he hadn’t turned his back to her so she regretfully nodded to Mel to play along.  The younger woman swallowed hard and knelt before the orc, taking his thick green slab of meat in her hands. 

The cock grew between her fingers, and suppressing her revulsion she brought the slanted tip to her mouth and wrapped her lips around it.  Melinda began to suckle it, flicking it awkwardly with her tongue as she explored how best to keep him occupied. 

The orc groaned in satisfaction and reached down to cover the top of her head with his giant hand.  The heavy weight pressed down on it and pulled her deeper into his cock as it grew to its full length in her mouth.  His hips started to move as he rested his free hand on his waist, far too close to his dagger for Rosalind’s liking.

She watched with a mixture of horror and fascination as the thick green cock slid in and out of her niece’s lips.  Rosalind knew she didn’t have long until the orc turned his attentions towards her, so she began looking around for something else she could use.  Her gaze settled on the metal plate used to bring in their food.  It might be heavy enough to knock him out, she thought, if I hit him just right.

The sound of Mel’s wet mouth slurping on the cock began to fill the cell as the orc moved her head up and down along the shaft.  “Heh, you’re gonna need some more practice, girl.  I’d say I’m the one to teach you, but I wouldn’t want the chief coming back and finding you suddenly learned to suck dick.  I think he’s looking forward to teaching you that himself.” 

As the cock began to batter the back of her throat, Melinda started to cough and choke on the thick member.  She tried to keep up, but the orc was persistent.  Rather than giving her time to learn and adapt he was all too happy to take control and move her about as he liked.   She cast a pleading glance to Rosalind to make her move as she struggled to breathe.

Rosalind shifted out of the orc’s immediate field of view and bent over to pick up the plate.  Her fingers gripped the edge tightly, turning the knuckles white as she found her point of aim.  Her eyes painted a bright target on the base of his neck, right at the most prominent point of his spine.  In a violent flash she swung the edge of the plate down and smashed it right into the vertebrae.  

The orc howled in pain and stumbled forward.  His hand shot out, backhanding Rosalind and sending her flying into the door.  He cursed and turned, reaching for Rosalind to grab her by the throat, before screaming in pain as Mel bit down on his cock. 

The young woman clamped her teeth down on the base of his dick, refusing to let go as the orc grabbed at her face.  She winced in pain as she felt his fingers dig into her flesh, but she knew she couldn’t let go, that she had to hold him long enough for Rosalind to finish the job. 

The orc working his fingers down to Mel’s mouth and jammed his thumbs between her molars.  He violently jacked her mouth open and ripped her face off his dick before throwing her into the wall.  One hand went to his bare shaft, clutching it protectively as he turned towards Rosalind again.

In a flash, Rosalind darted towards him and grabbed the dagger from his belt.  She brought the blade up in a reverse grip and stabbed it down at his neck.  Blood spurted out as she stabbed and twists the dagger again and again.  The orc’s screams became a weak gurgle, until finally he sunk to the floor in a pool of blood.

“We have to get out of here Mellie, come on.”  She helped Mel to her feet and held her close.  Fortunately, their clothes had been left in the hut.  Had no one thought to take them away?  Or was it just that no one had been told to?  Either way, it was a stroke of good fortune for once. 

“Aunt Ros, we need to find my mother.” Mel pleaded.

“I know, I know.  We’ll try.  But we have to be quick, and we have to try and find some food first.”

“Alright Auntie.”  Mel’s heart was beating furiously as they readied to go out.

“We’ll be fine. We Just need to find some supplies and we’ll be out of here for good.”

Mel nodded and they stepped out of the cell door.  Ros kept her eyes down, not wanting to make contact with any of the orcs patrolling the small village.  All her Tribesmen knew who she was of course, but she hoped that the orcs themselves wouldn’t recognize her as one of Agmar’s personal captives.

It depressed her to see her people so downtrodden.  That, and the fact that many of the men were gone.  Her village seemed to be mostly women, children, and orcs.  She hoped that the men were still out there, somewhere, fighting for them and not dead in one of the Hills’ many valleys. 

First they went to the village square, where most of the goods and food were processed and traded between her villagers.  Luckily, it seemed that her people were doing all the work, so it shouldn’t be too hard to convince one of her tribesmen to just give her some supplies.  She went over to one of the food stands, where one of her tribeswomen was working.

“Ros!  Mel!  Thank goodness you’re alright!  I’ve been so worried!”

“It’s good to see you as well.  Have you seen Sarah?”  Mel asked eagerly.

“I’m sorry dear, but she’s being held close.  Somehow they found out she was the chief’s wife.  They’ve…they’ve got her under guard, all the time.” 

Something in the woman’s voice told Ros what she meant, though she didn’t want to break it to Mel.  “Listen, we’ve managed to get away.  We’re going to make a break for Thesta.  How much salted mutton can you give us?”

The woman looked wide eyed, and hopeful.  “Enough for a few days, I think.  They don’t keep very tight track of the supplies.  Wait a moment.”  She turned and began wrapping cured meat into sack, and then retrieved two waterskins.  She passed them to Ros, along with her butcher’s knife.  “This should get you away from here at least.  You know how to find enough food to see you through Ros, at least until you reach some of the outer holdfasts.” 

“What about my mother?  Where are they holding her?  We have to save her too!” 

“I’m sorry my dear, I don’t think there’s anything you can do.” 

“She’s right, Mel.  I’m sorry, but you’re mother would want me to get you out of here if we had the chance.  And saving her might raise the alarm.”  When Mel looked to get angry, Ros grabbed her hard and pulled her close.  “Don’t even think to argue!  I’m sorry my love, but this isn’t a game.  We don’t have time to argue, we need to go, now!” 

With that, she gave her tribeswoman a look of thanks, and hurried Mel out of the square.  As long as they walked confidently and looked like they knew what they were doing, they should be fine.  I hope.

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A shiver went down Rosalind’s spine as she heard the braying of hounds in the distance.  Pursuit had started far earlier than she had hoped, and now it was almost certain that they would be run down and forced to fight.  She just hoped there wouldn’t be that many in the first party.  “We’re going to have to find a place to make a stand.” 

Mel looked over with fear in her eyes.  “Fight them?  How?  We don’t have any weapons, besides that knife.  And even if we did, they’re orcs!” 

“We already killed one of them, dear.  We can do it again.  We’ll just have to find some more weapons.”  Rosalind paused, looking around as she tried to think.  “Do you remember the ravine where Derec broke his arm?  He found that little cave he wanted to make into a fort, remember?”  When Melinda nodded, Ros continued, “Let’s head there.  There’s decent cover and good ground to attack from.” 

“Alright Ros, if you say so.”  Melinda huffed as she struggled to keep up with her aunt.  Although she was younger, she wasn’t used to this kind of hard physical exertion, and was already feeling hot and exhausted from spending the last few hours running. 

It took an hour for them to make it to the ravine, and then another hour to scramble and climb up the slope.  Her lungs and legs were burning by the time they made it up to the small alcove, and she gratefully collapsed into the shade.  It’s not really a cave afterall, she thought.  There wasn’t even enough room to properly lie down.  “It’s not as big as I remember.  How did he think he was going to turn this into a fort?” 

“You were smaller then.”  Rosalind replied with a smile.  A quick glance around told her that this was a risky plan.  The area was quite defensible, but there was no way to escape.  If they didn’t kill their pursuers here, they would be trapped until more reinforcements came.

“What are we going to do when they come?  Do you really think we can kill them and get away?”

“We don’t have much of a choice.  But look, there are lots of rocks around here, start collecting them up.  I’m going to find a stick to sharpen into a spear.  When they come, we’ll throw rocks down at them, and if any get close enough we’ll stick them.  You can do that, right?”

Melinda nodded.  She wasn’t entirely sure they could make it, but dropping rocks sounded a lot better than having to take on an orc warrior with a knife.  “Yes auntie.  We can do it.”  She took a deep breath.  “We can do it!” 

They spent the next ninety minutes resting and gathering rocks as well as making a crude spear.  They were as ready as they could be when the sound of their pursuit signaled they were perilously close.  Mel sank as far back into the stone alcove as she could while Rosalind crawled forward to the very edge, lying on her stomach to try and stay hidden as she spied down on the patrol below. 

Four orcs were gathered below at the foot of the ravine with three tracking dogs.  Her heart sank as she made out their equipment.  Unlike the orc she killed back in the village, these were fully armed and armored for war, with stout leather jerkins, swords, shields, helms, and daggers.  Hopefully they won’t use their shields when they’re climbing up.  If they did, then she and Mel were going to be in a lot of trouble.  Their plan rested on their ability to winnow down the orcs’ numbers before they reached the cave. 

The four orcs gathered around, presumably looking for tracks or trying to interpret their hounds’ signals.  Eventually they began to point up towards her, and she knew they were on the scent again.  The search party began to clamber up the side of the ravine towards her.  She was tempted to start throwing rocks immediately, but she knew that she had to draw them in.  If she attacked too soon they might just wait at the bottom until more orcs arrived. 

“Get ready,” she whispered, “it’s almost time.”  Rosalind waited, tension building with each heart beat as the orcs struggled up the steep ravine.  Her fingers were clutched tightly around the first rock; a large, heavy stone capable of braining even an orc. 

To her credit, Melinda managed to drag herself forward and lay alongside her aunt.  She was shaking like a leaf, but Rosalind trusted that she would do her part in the upcoming fight.  They had no choice, not anymore.   As the orcs reached about the halfway point, she touched Mel’s arm and nodded.  She silently mouthed a countdown, and then they both jumped up and began hurling rocks down towards the green skinned brutes.

The first rock smashed into an orc’s arm, and then continued down to crash into his knee.  He cried out in pain and began tumbling down to the base of the hill before curling into a heap at the bottom, cradling his broken arm and shattered knee.

Another rock fell show and began rolling down.  Fortunately it pushed through the pack of dogs, and a following cascade of stones convinced them to scatter.  More rocks followed, with most either glancing harmlessly off their armored chests or missing completely or rolling away.  One lucky below did manage to connect with the lead orc’s face, colliding into the bridge of his nose and throwing him back down the hill.  

As the orcs neared the cave they unslung their shields and began to spend more attention fending off the stones.  “They’re getting close, Mel.  We took out two, but that still leaves us outmatched.  We’re going to have to work closely; we need perfect precision.  Here’s what I want you to do…” Rosalind explained her plan, and Mel quickly nodded in agreement.

The younger woman grabbed the largest rock they had left and lifted it above her head.  With a grunt she threw it almost straight down at the nearest orc.  When he lifted his shield to block the attack, Ros sprinted forward, charging towards him.  She thrust her wooden spear right into the orc’s eye and screamed in joy as blood burst out from his face and the orc fell back.

The remaining warrior was quick to move in for vengeance.  He drew his sword and swung it at Ros. She tried to parry it with her spear, but the heavy steel blade slashed through the wood and cut it in half.  Instead she tried to use it as a staff, but against in armored opponent with a shield besides she quickly found herself retreating towards the cave. 

Mel tried to assist with another rock, but the orc was ready for it.  He blocked it with the shield while keeping his sword on Ros to prevent her from capitalizing on the distraction.  “I’m gonna fuck both of you bitches!  You’re gonna be turned into camp whore breeding bitches for this!”  He snarled at them and resumed pressing the attack.

Rosalind tried to dance around the sword, managing to avoid being stuck or slashed.  But doing so left her vulnerable to hits from the shield or his feet, battering and bruising her as he forced her into the cave. 

Mel tried to circle around the orc, but as they fighting reached the mouth of the alcove she soon found herself boxed it.  In a panic, she rushed in from the side, swinging down with a rock towards his helm.  The orc blocked it with his shield again, then punched forward with his sword hand, hitting Ros across the jaw.  The red haired woman fell backwards with a groan and skidded roughly across the stone floor.

He then turned towards Mel and gave the pretty young woman a savage grin.   

As Mel ran to the back wall he sheathed his sword and slung his shield again.  “Come here pretty one, and let’s have some fun.  It’ll be the last you get for a while, after what the Chief does to you.  Why not enjoy one last roll in the hay, eh?”  He laughed cruelly and reached out, grabbing Mel by the shirt.

As he began to tear off her shirt, Melinda reached behind her and pulled out the knife.  She quickly stabbed forward and up, pushing the blade beneath the orc’s armor and up into his stomach.  His eyes widened in shock, and then he groaned in pain as she twisted the knife and yanked it back out again.

She watched in mute horror as blood gushed out from beneath the orc’s breastplate.  The orc tried to staunch the blow, but couldn’t get his hand beneath the armor.  When he fumbled for his sword, Mel snapped back into focus and charged forward, slashing and hacking with the knife at the orc’s face and neck.

When Rosalind came to, she saw the orc’s bloody body and found Mel silently cleaning the blood off the knife.  She brought herself to her feet and looked down the hill.  “Come on dear, we have one more to finish off.” 

**** 

Rosalind and Melinda collapsed at the top of the rise, exhausted and drained from being on the run.  For three days they had fled across the Catabrian Hills, trying to stay ahead of their pursuers.  After killing the first orc search party, they had enjoyed two days of relative peace.  Though the specter of capture loomed over them, they heard neither the braying of hounds nor the shouts of angry orcs. 

But that changed this morning.  As they finished the last of their food they heard faint sounds chasing them on the winds.  As the sun rose higher the noise grew louder.  By the time the sun reached its zenith the hounds barks and the voices of different orcs could be heard clearly. 

As the sun began to set, they could see the demon chasing them.  Agmar himself, returned from his patrol, had immediately joined the chase atop his steed and leading a party of more mounted warriors.  Running at his sides were massive dogs, larger than any she had seen.  These weren’t the hunting dogs of the earlier party, or the type that her own people used sometimes.

Their wide muzzle sported a row of sharp teeth housed in a jaw that looked like it could snap a limb.  Ros and Mel ran even faster then, but couldn’t hope to outrun a horse.  They were still at least a week from the border with Thesta, and that was as the crow flies.  Rosalind didn’t see that they had many options.  Only one, really.

“We have to try and kill him.  It’s our only chance.  We’ll still be recaptured, but they’ll either kill us or give us to his son.  Neither could be worse than remaining his prisoner, right?”

 “But how can we do that?  We have better weapons now, sure, but they’re on horses, and this time they’re ready for a fight…”  Mel looked down at Agmar’s party uncertainly.

 “I don’t know, we’ll just have to hope for the best, and pray for an opportunity.  Come on, we should keep moving.  Maybe we’ll find a good spot to make our stand.”  Ros hauled herself up, and then helped Melinda to her feet with a groan.  The pair then continued running, locked in a battle against fatigue and exhaustion with every step.

Hours later, as the hounds’ cacophonous hunting song grew louder they came upon a massive oak tree.  It towered up from the ground in a copse of trees.  “Over there!” Mel shouted, panting for breath.

“We can’t let ourselves get treed, Mel…”  But even as she said it, the limbs looked inviting.  The strong branches would support their weight, and the soft leaves looked like a warm blanket that would wrap them up to hide and protect them.

“We can’t go much further Aunt Ros, and this seems like as good a place as any to make our stand.” 

Ros could see the whites of Mel’s eyes in the dark, and knew her niece was scared even as she clutched her axe.  Rosalind licked her lips and looked around.  She could see the flickering torches of Agmar’s party growing ever closer.  The tree might be their best bet to set up another ambush.  “Maybe…the tree will support us; it might not support them.  I don’t think they’ll want to burn us out, either.  Agmar will want us alive…maybe we can find a good spot to jump down at him, and take him out quickly.” 

Hoping they wouldn’t regret the decision, they ran over to the tree and began to scale it.  The task would have been easier earlier in the day, and Ros began to worry that their strength would fail the higher they went.  A fall from this height could be deadly.  But maybe that would be for the best, she thought morosely. 

“Let’s try to get some rest while we wait for them to catch up.  We’ll need our strength.” 

Mel nodded in agreement, though neither of them would be able to sleep.  If their precarious position on the branches wasn’t enough, fear of the upcoming battle assured that no sleep would come.  Still, a chance to just rest was welcome.  The two women were too exhausted to even talk to each other, so they waited in silence.  Each second seemed to drag on like hours, and it felt like a year of torture had passed before Agmar and his beasts arrived at the base of the tree. 

“Well, you led me on a merry chase, but it’s done now.  Come down, and you won’t be punished.  Too harshly, that is.”  Agmar looked up with a wicked grin.  “I’m not actually all that upset.  I enjoy a good hunt, especially for a dangerous prey.  I saw what you did to that first party, and I’m impressed.  It would be a shame to end the lives of such fearsome warriors.  Give up now, before you get hurt!”   

Agmar’s booming voice echoed through the night as he looked up at them.  It was hard to see in the torchlight, but they looked to be quite high, higher than he cared to climb.  That would leave him far too vulnerable to the girls and the weapons they stole. 

After a minute of silence, he continued.  “No?  You can’t stay up there forever.  You’ll run out of food and water, eventually.  And that’s assuming I don’t cut this tree down.  There’s no one coming to rescue you.  I already caught up with the remnants of your fighters and beat them again.  Most are in irons.  Well, most of the ones who survived, anyway.  You have nowhere to go!  I’m sure it’s been cold on the run.  Come on down and I’ll warm you up!”

The orcs laughed, but Rosalind still didn’t respond.  Her mind was racing; she suppressed the feelings of despair at hearing of her people’s further defeat and concentrated on looking for possibilities to get them out of this, or for an opportunity to get the drop on Agmar.  He didn’t seem inclined to climb up after them, but she wasn’t convinced he was patient enough to wait them out.  Perhaps she could feign surrender long enough to get lower, and then jump on him with the sword and take him out. 

The thought made her heart race, but she knew it wouldn’t be as easy as all that.  Still, she began looking for ways to climb back down, and for a branch that would give her the clearest avenue to attack from.  “What will you do to us, then?  What will our punishment be for running?” 

“Nothing too bad.  Maybe even a nice public spanking.  Heh, it wouldn’t really be much worse than the whipping you got in front of your men.  Well, except that now there are even more of the prisoners.  But that won’t bother you for long.  In another couple of months you won’t be able to cum unless your people are watching on in disgust!”  Agmar laughed again, but all the while he was keep a close eye on Rosalind, noting her movements of her shadow in the trees as she made progress down again.

“That doesn’t sound like much of an offer.  We ran away from rape and humiliation, why would be lured back by an offer of it?” 

“Because there are worse things than rape and humiliation.  As I’m sure you can imagine.  Shall I list them for you?  I could turn you into a breeding slave.  Just lock you in a stall for the rest of your life, trapped in an endless cycle of fucking, birthing, and then fucking again.  I could make you the village cleaner; after every fucking one of your tribeswoman gets, you’d get to suck and lick all the cum off them.  It would be your only diet, your only sustenance.  How does that sound?  Give up now, or-” 

Rosalind suddenly leapt out of the tree with her dagger, diving down towards Agmar.  She slammed into his chest and knocked and they both went tumbling into the ground.  She raised her arm to stab him with the knife, but the orc grabbed her wrist and stopped the blow. 

He had been expecting something like this, and while he wasn’t able to arrest the force of her jump he was able to roll with it and react like a warrior.  He squeezed tighter on her wrist and then yanked her to one side, throwing her to the ground before quickly jumping on top of her.   Rosalind tried to rise up, but he slammed his free hand down onto her chest and knocked her to the ground again, then smacked her across the face. 

“Nice try, but you’ll have to do better than that.”  He reached over with his free hand and twisted the dagger out of her fingers, and then pressed the blade to her cheek.  “And I expect you to.  It won’t be fun if you go all docile on me.”  He sliced the blade down, making Rosalind wince as the shallow cut drew just a sliver of blood, which he quickly lapped up.  “Now tell your niece to come on down as well before someone gets really hurt!” 

“Go to the Abyss, pig!”  Rosalind snarled at him and spit in his face. 

Agmar just grinned, and spit back in hers.  Then he spit again, and again, covering Rosalind’s face with his spittle.  “Have it your way, but don’t say I didn’t offer!”  Agmar rose up off the ground and pushed her to one of his warriors.  “Search her and make sure she doesn’t have any more weapons.  Search her thoroughly.” 

Rosalind snarled and struggled against the orc’s strong arms, but she couldn’t match him, let alone the other orcs who gathered around to strip off her boots, then her pants and finally her armor and shirt.  She trembled in rage and humiliation as her naked body was once again put on display for the cursed orcs’ enjoyment.  Even worse, they started to take turns sliding their fingers in her pussy, ass, and then even her mouth as they examined her for ‘weapons’. 

Meanwhile, Agmar retrieved his bow and arrows and looked up the tree once more.  “This is your last chance, girl!  Come out now or I’m knocking you out of that tree!”

“Go to hell!” Mel shouted.  

But that was just what he was waiting for.  Using her voice as a guide, he shot an arrow into the darkness and an instant later Mel screamed in pain as the arrow slammed into her shoulder.  The force knocked her back, and the screams of pain turned to fear as she began to fall down.  Her shoulder slammed into a branch, making her topple forward until her calf hit another.  

Her body was battered back and forth as she fell through the branches, until finally fell into Agmar’s waiting arms.  “There we are, safe and sound.  More or less.”  He unceremoniously dropped her onto the ground.  “Strip and search her, just like Auntie.”  Fortunately, the breastplate stolen from the dead orc stopped the arrow from doing too much damage to her.

Agmar began to gather up Rosalind’s discarded clothes into a pile.  He then grabbed one of the torches and thrust it into the cloth.  As the fabric caught, he dropped the torch and let it grow into a fire.  When Mel was naked, he grabbed her clothes too and through them into the fire.  “Gather some more wood.  I want a nice little bonfire going here. 

Rosalind and Mel watched with growing dread as the fire grew larger.  Agmar didn’t say a word to them, nor did the other orcs.  The only sound was Mel’s whimpering and the crackling of the fire.  She couldn’t even go to her to offer comfort, as the orcs held her tightly. 

She didn’t know what the trigger was, but Agmar finally decided the flames were bright enough.  “Apparently my little slaves don’t realize that I own them.  And if you don’t know you’re owned, how is anyone else supposed to know you’re owned?  I can’t have my property running off on me, you might get stolen.  So there’s really only one thing to do, isn’t there?”  He nodded to the orcs, who carried Ros and Mel and laid them on their stomachs across the horses.  

Two orcs stood on either side of them, holding an arm and a leg down to keep them from squirming.  Mel gave a shriek of terror, and Ros’ eyes widened as she saw Agmar pulling a wicked brand from the fire.  “I’ll just have to brand my two little slaves like cattle.  Hopefully that will learn you your place.”

With a malevolent grin, he walked about behind them and pressed it into Ros’ right flank.  Her screams filled the air as Agmar’s mark, a closed fist in a circle, was burned into her skin.  A moment later he marked Mel as well, letting both their screams resound in the night.

****

The five days it took to get back to their village were even worse than those before their escape.  The whole search party had their way with them on the way back.  Every time they stopped Ros and Mel were each required to service one of the orcs.  And if after a long day the orcs were no longer interested in performing, well, Agmar insisted that his pets get relief too.

Beyond all that, which was terrible enough and left Ros feeling dead inside, there was an overarching, lingering threat.  Agmar kept hinting that some terrible punishment was waiting for them back at the village.  Ros thought long and hard about it on the way back.  She had very little else to do, as talking was forbidden, not that she had anything to say.  So as the golden sun rose, and when the fiery orb set she worried over his words.  As the starts twinkled at night and she lay on tough, broken ground unable to sleep she imagined horrors.

Sometimes Agmar made it sound like the punishment was waiting for them, sometimes it sounded like it had already started.  He was always suitably vague, and never gave her enough information to puzzle out the riddle.  The thought gnawed at her as she worried over what it could be.  As she was forced onto her battered knees, sucking on her captors’ foul members or bent over and mounted by the wretched beasts she wondered if anything could possibly be worse than what she was already experiencing.

Finally, after the long, torturous, journey arrived back at the edge of their village.  She barely recognized it from the light of the waning full moon and the flickering torches.  A rough wooden palisade had begun to spring up around the village.  Long, rough, crooked fences also began to extend outward like the tendrils of those massive sea creatures she had heard tales of from passing Thestan traders.  The once open community was being fractured by the territorial claims of individual orcs claiming their own personal share of the spoils.

Despite the lateness of the house the village was alive.  A huge crowd was gathered around the village square.  Not only were the orcs there, but all the captured humans as well were being forced to watch.  Ros instinctively knew that this is what Agmar had been foretelling, and dreaded seeing what the culmination of her fears was.

“Home at last!  It’s been a long trip, but a fruitful one.  Shall we see what’s been transpiring since you left?”  With a knowing grin he hopped off his horse and grabbed the ropes binding Ros and Mel and began to lead them towards the square.

The crowd parted as if by a strong wind as Agmar approached, with orcs and humans falling over each other to get out of the petty king’s way.  Mel groaned in revulsion and Rosalind’s heart clenched and plunged at the sight in the center. 

Poor Sara was trussed up and suspended off the ground completely naked.  Her legs her bent back over her thighs, and her arms locked at the small of her back.  Rope tightly binding her wrists and ankles had turned her feet and hands an ugly purple.  Her once beautiful copper hair, or what was left of it after being hacked and shorn, was dirty and tangled with spend seed.

The cum from what seemed like every orc in the village dripped off of and out of her.  But not a drop went to waste.  Kneeling or crouching beneath her were maidens from the village.  At least, she knew them as maidens before the war.  Somehow she doubted they still were.  The poor lasses were being forced to catch ever glob of seed before it hit the ground.  The thick cum coated their tongues and splattered over their faces when they misjudged its fall.

All of them sported thick red welts, punishment for when they missed a drop.  Sarah too bore the marks of abuse.  Rosalind didn’t know if it was from before the punishment or if the orcs just enjoyed whipping her while they took their pleasure.  The one currently fucking her didn’t have a whip in his hand, at least. 

He just pumped in and out of her with short rapid strokes.  Every thrust into her cum filled cunt caused a spurt of semen to squirt out from her stretched pussy lips into the waiting mouths of the women below.  Rosalind fought back bile, and wanted nothing more than to throw herself in Mel’s arms and comfort her niece as she was forced to watch her mother violated in so vile a way.  But their arms were still bound, and they had no choice but to look on in horror as the orc fucked Sarah mercilessly. 

“See what you have wrought?  This is your doing; this is what happens when my property runs away.  Not only do you get punished, but those you love get punished as well.  Did you really think I wouldn’t find out who your relatives are?  Sarah’s been like this for a week now.”  Agmar watched on for a moment with grim satisfaction.  “It was fortunate timing, as well.  With the moon at its peak she was likely at her most fertile.  Even not there’s probably a little orc growing in her belly.”

Rosalind tried to close her eyes to escape from the horror, but a nudge from Agmar caused her to open them once again.  She didn’t want to look, to see what her insistence on escaping without Sarah had caused.  But as she looked upon her sister-in-law’s lithe, naked body she found she could no longer turn away.

The body she had spent so many nights imagining was on full display in the lewdest sense possible.  The sex she had imagined kissing was splayed open, though by a thick cock.  Her soft breasts bounced freely beneath her with each impact of the orc’s dick.  Her bronzed skin looked so soft and warm that she wanted to touch it despite the vanquished and vanished look in her eyes.

Bogor cut through the crowd and approached Agmar.  “Welcome back, father.  Congratulations on your hunt.”

Agmar ignored the weak attempt at flattery.  “Which two girls have been there the longest?” 

His son took a moment to ponder it.  “The little blonde there, and the dark haired one on the end, I think.” 

“Pull them out and get them some real food, if they can keep it down.  My two little wayward slaves will be taking their place.”

Rosalind recoiled as if she had been struck.  Though she should have expected it, she quickly realized.  Of course he would want to abuse us like this.  She shared a glance with Melinda, feeling sorry for her niece.  It was bad enough to be forced into incest with your aunt.  Now the poor girl would be forced into it with her mother.

At least they’ll get a break, Rosalind thought as the two girls they were replacing were led away.  Bogor brought them over to where Sarah was hanging, and for the first time saw Ros and Mel.  Tears immediately began to well in her sunken eyes, and the last light that she didn’t even know was there faded from them which pierced Ros through her heart.  She doesn’t even have the voice to speak.

“Here are the rules: you have to catch every drop of cum that drips off her body in your mouth.  If any of our precious seed touches the ground, you get five lashes.  Plus, you have to lick it up, dirt and all.  Or eat the grass it spills on like a cow.  It’s really as simple as that.  You’ll stay here until we say you can leave.  Understand?”

When they nodded in understanding, he untied their hands and let them free.  Melinda knelt beneath her mother towards the front, while Rosalind took the place near the end.  Rosalind hoped that Mel wouldn’t be as busy there, but her hopes were quickly dashed as Bogor took out his cock and slid it between Sarah’s lips. 

Agmar himself joined them next, slamming his thick cock right into Sarah’s filthy cunt.  As the seed gathered in her vaginal sleeve gushed out, Ros lunged forward to catch it in her mouth.  The salty, sticky cum dripped on her tongue, but even more of it splashed onto her face.  As she shuddered from the spoiled taste on her tongue she inhaled sharply, sucking up another glob into her nose and forcing her to cough.

As she doubled over, more globs dripped down into her hair and knotted in her tangled locks.  “You’re not failing already, are you?  You’ll have to do better than that, slave.  Keep feasting!”  Agmar barked at her, and Rosalind forced herself to comply.  She tilted her head back as far as she could and began weaving forward and back as she caught the cum in her mouth.

Horrifically, she began to get used to the bitter taste.  As Agmar continued to fuck Sarah, Rosalind found herself in an almost stable position, kneeling beneath her and looking up at Sarah’s pussy being stretched around Agmar’s thick green cock.  So many times she had imagined being here, but not like this.  Still, she couldn’t help but feel a flicker of longing as she watched Agmar take his pleasure with Sarah.

It seemed a cruel injustice that Agmar got to be with Sarah and not her.  But their lives had long been one of cruel injustice, especially recently.  Perhaps she’d get the chance to offer Sarah some small comfort when she was released from this punishment. 

Up front, Bogor was still pumping his dick in and out of Sarah’s lips.  Despite her near catatonic exhaustion, Sarah managed to close her mouth around the thick tool and suck it as required.  Her raw, scratch throat was stretched, and her weakened muscles offered no resistance as the cock pushed all the way inside. 

It didn’t take long for Bogor to finish himself.  Perhaps he didn’t find pleasure in drawing it out like his father did.  Before his cock exploded he pulled it out and changed his aim.  With his shaft pulsing next to Mel’s cheek, she shot his sperm right onto the top of Sarah’s tit.  The hot, sticky ropes dribbled down the hanging melon to the tip of her hard nipple. 

Bogor grabbed the back of Mel’s head and guided to her mother’s breast.  “Latch on now girl.  Suckle just like you did as a babe!” 

Agmar laughed approvingly as he watched Melinda suckle from her mother’s nipple.  Her face twisted in disgust as she supped on Bogor’s sperm, but she didn’t dare let any fall.  Her head spun as she felt Sarah’s nipple throb between her lips.  Each time her tongue brushed against the hard nub she twitched.  I’m sucking my mom’s nipple!  

Behind her, Agmar continued to pound away at Sarah’s well used cunt.  But this sport wasn’t as amusing, so he decided to push things a little further.  He quickly sped up his thrusts while gripping her ass tightly and mashing the cheeks together as he tightened her around his cock.  With the thoughts of the next game flashing in his mind it didn’t take long for a climax to build inside him and then erupt deep in the bound women. 

When the last of his seed was expelled, he grabbed Rosalind by the back of her head and pulled her over.  “When I pull out I want you to suck every last drop of cum out of her, understand?”

When Rosalind nodded her understanding, Agmar pulled his cock out and quickly pushed Ros into place.  Her tongue easily disappeared into Sarah’s stretched cunt, but it proved no stopper for the flood of orc cum that came rushing out.  She locked her lips around the entrance to Sarah’s body and began to catch all that leaking seed.  

The taste of Sarah’s pussy was nothing like she imagined it would be, but then of course she had never imagined it stuffed full of orc cum before.  Still, she dutifully swallowed down the cocktail of cum pouring out, hoping that this would be the end of their punishment, at least for now.

Meanwhile, Agmar moved over to Melinda.  “Stop swallowing girl, catch it all in your mouth.  Now show me.”

Mel opened her mouth wide, blushing furiously as she showed off the thick puddle of seed on her tongue.  She stifled a gasp and struggled not to swallow when Agmar pulled her over face to face with Sarah.  Mel looked into her mother’s eyes, wilting under the look of sadness and defeat she saw there.

“Well?  Give your momma a kiss.  A nice, deep kiss.” Agmar added with a grin.

Melinda blanched, but her mother’s pleading look made her give in.  She leaned towards Sarah, and then timidly pressed their lips together.

“You’re going to have to do better than that, girl.  Use your tongue!”

With another shudder, she opened her mouth and thrust her tongue forward, plunging it into Sarah’s mouth.  She had kissed Cuthbert like this, once.  She tried to picture him now, imagining that it was him she as kissing and not her mother.  But the softness of the touch was wrong.  It wasn’t demanding like Cuthbert had been, nor as passionate.  Plus, the overwhelming taste of semen was wrong as well.  No, she wasn’t able to escape the fact that she was kissing her mother while her mouth was filled with orc cum.

“What a happy little family we have here!  Mother, daughter, aunt; so close, so loving.  Soon enough you’ll all be bringing in a new generation of orcs together.”  He suddenly laughed.  “What is that going to make them?  Siblings?  Cousins?  I confess, even I’m not sure how the logic breaks down on that.  But I’m sure you’ll have lots of time to think it over.”

Agmar looked again at the scene before him.  Rosalind, her face covered in cum, sucking Sarah clean.  Melinda kissing her own mother as they swapped seed.  Perfect.  “I’m feeling generous tonight, pets.  After all, I did enjoy the chase.  Lick her clean, using only your tongues, and I’ll let her down.  Make me believe you enjoy it, and I won’t even force you to replace her!”

Another sinister grin crossed his lips as he watched his slaves throw themselves urgently into the task.  It’s good to be king.