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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.
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