Orc Dominion: Conquest Ch 3 Preview

It took much longer to write this chapter than I hoped, but it's finished and being proofread now.  This portion hasn't been edited yet, so if you see any mistakes let me know.  The complete chapter will be posted on my blog on Wednesday, and on Literotica by Friday.  The fourth and last chapter is almost done, and I hope to have it published two weeks from Friday.  That will hopefully give me enough time to get a head start on Orc Dominion: Triumph.

Enjoy!

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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 never.”  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 building.  Rosalind thought she recognized one of them from the other day, she thought it was one of Agmar’s sons.