Orc Dominion: Triumph Chapter 12 Preview: Rosalind's Fate

The biting wind screamed through the entrance to the old mine, wailing like the cries of the spirits of those interred within. Maybe it is, Rosalind thought, most of the Tribe thinks so. No one else liked to come here, not anymore. Too many of their people had been thrown into the ‘Mouth of the Abyss’ when that monster Agmar ruled the hills, and many more orcs joined them when they were liberated. Along with all the babes they tried to spawn on us. The child Agmar put in her was down there as well, rotting in the mountain of corpses. Rosalind spit into the cavernous depth of the pit mine, and then turned and began walking up the hill. No sense spending any more time here, I’ll be joining them forever soon enough. Her slender fingers tightened around the shaft of her spear and her other hand clutched her side as she pressed the butt of the spear into the ground. Even months after giving birth her body hadn’t fully recovered, and now she was being thrust into conflict again. The eastern watchfires began burning a fortnight ago, but it took a week to learn what that meant. Never before had an enemy come at them from the east. When the first messengers arrived spreading tales of the return of the green orcs alongside monstrous bull men they were met with incredulity. How could the orcs have gotten past the Thestans? And bull men, or Minotaurs, were the stuff of tall tales told by the traders who occasionally passed through their village. Then giant flames joined those of the watchfires in illuminating the night sky. Bonfires that large could only come from villages being torched. With all the Catabrian men of fighting age off with Black Pete and the northern Hesten Lords (who could have ever imagined that they would be allied with Hestens?) Rosalind only had old men and young boys to defend the Hills, and even then not enough to stand against the enemy. Instead, they had been fortifying as best they could while drawing in their strength to withstand a siege. “I refuse to believe that the Princess Knight has been defeated. The orcs may have out maneuvered her, but she will be on their tail, I’m sure of it.” Rosalind had told her niece. She believed it too, she didn’t have any other choice. Despite the damage done during the battle, much of the wood from Agmar’s fort was salvageable and had been reclaimed after the orcs and the Thestan army had moved on from the Hills. It had been intended to rebuild villages, fence in grazing areas, and create wagons to haul supplies from Thesta. Now destiny was making its claim, and the wood was set to its original purpose of war. Day by day more refugees and streamed in from the east, affirming the tales of the monstrous bull men. The Minotaurs were as bad as the orcs if the stories were true. Rosalind had decided not to give them succor, but to send them on to the west. She would make her stand here to buy the rest time to evacuate into Heste where the allied army could protect them. Now the enemy would be here by nightfall. The enemy always attacked at night, and led by the Minotuars. That much was clear from the survivors. Rosalind’s heart began to beat faster as she considered it. In only a few short hours she would see for herself if the stories were true. As Rosalind reached the entrance to the new fort she looked back to the Mouth and a shiver went down her spine. She did not intend to be captured again, no matter what. She couldn’t go through it all again. Rosalind stalked through the camp to retrieve her bow and arrows, wading through the silence that permeated the fort. How different it was than the first time she had marched for war. Then she had been flush with excitement and sure of eventual victory. But now she knew that defeat was certain. She had resigned herself to die, but to buy her people as much time as possible to spare them the horror that she had suffered under the orcs. As day faded into night she took her place atop the battlement. Soon, she hoped, her scouts would report back with the enemy’s movement. Her own people knew the land, as well as hidden ways through it, but they lacked the apparent night vision of her monstrous foe. Rosalind was gambling that their knowledge of the terrain would win out. Scattered below the battlement were the wooden cheval de frises left behind by the orcs when Amelie routed their army the year before. She had ordered torches affixed to them, both to serve as range markers for her archers and, she hoped, to blind the Minotaurs night vision. The top of the battlement was clear of any such light so as not to silhouette the defenders. Only the barest sliver of the waning moon illuminated the night sky, and that was mostly washed out by the fires below. With luck they would be able to rain death unanswered upon the Minotaurs and their orc allies. Occasionally she thought she heard the whispers of battle on the wind, either faint screams or the clash of iron and wood. Rosalind knew the final hour was approaching, and sure enough her sentries began returning to the hastily constructed fort. “I saw them Ros, a whole great block of them, marching straight for us. Just like bulls, big giant bulls except with the body of a man. Armed and armored too, with thick axes that look like they could fell a tree.” One of her scouts reported, causing murmurs to spread through the camps. By now everyone had heard that there were Minotaurs, but many had scarce believed the fanciful tales. “What about orcs? Did you see any of them?” She asked impatiently. The scout’s answer didn’t satisfy her. He fled before seeing any, just as the others had. It was almost preternatural how the Minotaur vanguard was able to detect her scouts, or perhaps it was just their inexperience showing. She had to rely on boys for her scouts, as they were the only ones left with the eyesight and stamina to get back. But their lack of seasoning meant they didn’t stay long enough to get an accurate accounting of the enemy’s disposition…or stayed too long through a sense of invincibility and thus never returned at all. The heavy drum of hooves stomping on earth distracted her from that worry though. Right on the heels of her scouts were the monsters themselves marching steadily towards her palisade. “To arms! To the walls! Wait for my signal!” Rosalind rushed back to the wall to get her first glimpse of a Minotaur. The sight of the bull men shook her. Monstrously tall, and monstrously strong. Worse, and to her surprise, they were armed and armored in steel, and were moving in a disciplined formation. At least for now. Perhaps their ranks will break when they charge. It was the best she could hope for, anyway. “Archers, ready! Loose!” Arrows flew as the Minotaurs marched past the first marker. But as the arrows flew through the air the beastmen raised their massive shields above their heads to absorb the attack. A humungous Minotaur, seemingly a head taller than the rest bellowed out in some primitive tongue and pointed towards the fort, and the mass began charging the wall. “First squad, up! Second squad, straight!” She called out, and the first squad loosed another barrage of arrows into the air to rain down on the beasts from above. As the Minotaurs raised their shields, the second squad loosed as well, this time directly at their foe. Rosalind herself joined the second squad, and taking aim for the lead Minotaur loosed an arrow towards the beast. The massive bull roared as the arrow slammed into his shoulder, but didn’t slow down as he led the column straight to the wall. More arrows followed as the Minotaurs passed the second beacon, but by the third the front ranks had lowered their shields to stop the oncoming fusillade. Rosalind scowled at the arrows jutting out from the shields like the quills of a porcupine. The Minotaur lines hadn’t bowed from the assault, and she wasn’t even sure she had seen a single one of the beastmen fall. “Keep up the pressure! Keep it up!” She called out, though the large shields made their arrows ineffective at best. Even when they made it through, as one expert shot from a boy to her right did, bounced harmlessly off the Minotaur’s mail. We just don’t have the strength to punch through. CRACK! BOOM! The crashing sound of wood rending sent shock waves up the palisade as the Minotaurs began to hack away at the wall. Surely they don’t mean to cut through? But it seemed they did. Capitalizing on their great strength, the bull-men were chopping through the wooden beams like lumberjacks. With the supply of arrows rapidly dwindling, Ros knew she needed to make every one count. Looking for a breach in the wall of shields, she spotted the large Minotaur from before. With careful aim, she loosed the arrow, sending it through the gap between two shields. She grinned in savage glee at the savage roar she heard, but her spirits dropped a moment later as she realized she hadn’t managed to kill him. I wounded him sorely though, at least. She began to line up another shot when the wall shook, and one of the beams beneath her shifted out of place. Looking down, she saw a splintered end thrusts into the interior of the fort. By the Abyss! They’re through already! Rosalind grabbed her spear and sprinted along the wall towards the stairs leading to the rear gate. I can’t let them cut me off! As she retreated from the wall darkness began to surround her as she left the light that the burning torches on the far side of the wall had provided. She had to fight off the moment of rising panic when she found herself blinded before her eyes adjusted to the night. She continued along the wall by muscle memory, but by the time she reached the stairs she was able to see enough to sprint down them. Unfortunately, she could also now see the devastating effect that the Minotaurs were having on the defenders. Towering masses of darkness were enveloping the scattered boys and old men, leaving only choked screams in their wake. They were not so advanced as the rear gate however, and she managed to lift the draw bar with the help of one of her men; she couldn’t see which one in the darkness. Thankfully the reports had proven right, and the Minotaurs made a direct attack instead of trying to encircle the fort. She ran into the darkness towards the black maw of the Mouth of the Abyss. This is it, time to end this- her thoughts were distracted as she nearly ran into a large orc charging from the darkness. “No!” Rosalind cried out, thrusting her spear into his side. She didn’t stop to see if she penetrated his armor, but kept pushing into the advancing tide. So this is where the green orcs went! She thought with despair. Light burst into being and the reverse slope of the hill became revealed as if a cloak had been lifted. Green orcs bearing torches were cutting off the escape of the remaining defenders, and with them her chance of casting herself into the Mouth. Curse them! But moments later, the despair gripping her lifted as she spotted Bogor in the crowd. At least I can kill Agmar’s bastard! Rosalind dropped her spear and readied her bow, nocking an arrow. Bogor was focused on the battle ahead, and didn’t see the danger. Her arrow was lined perfectly with his unguarded throat, but as she loosed the arrow another orc caught it in the chest as he charged into combat. At least she had the satisfaction of seeing the orc fall to the earth, but it was small recompense for missing her chance to kill the new chieftain. As she lined up a second shot the wind was knocked out of her as a large orc barreled into her and sent her to the ground. Rosalind reached desperately for her spear as she looked up in terror at the orc’s leering grin. A moment later blood showered down on her as a powerful blow cleaved the orc in two. Her relief was short lived though, as a powerful roar shook down her spine and the massive hand of a Minotaur grabbed her by the front of her armor and lifted her up. The massive brute, with a broken arrow still jutting out his eye snarled at her, sending hot breath wafting over her face. She drew her dagger, but before she could strike back the huge beast through her onto the ground, sending the blade flying from her hand and knocking the wind out of her lungs. Before she could even take a breath the Minotaur’s thick fingers curled into her pants and ripped them down. Her whole lower body went with them as he dragged her along the earth before the seams of her pants finally burst. The leather peeled off her thighs, and the terror of being violated again nearly paralyzed her. Not again! No! She desperately reached for her dagger, or the spear, or even the arrows that were falling out of her quiver but couldn’t grasp a single one. She just continued to flail desperately as the bestial bull man ripped her panties away next. Then the beast squeezed both ankles together in one hand as the other pulled his shaft out from beneath his loincloth. He rubbed the tip against her ass cheeks, then thrust it between her thighs, forcing it in as his hips started to stroke back and forth. A lewd snort rippled out from his snout as his lust began to take over at the prospect of having a new female to rut. “Ooof!” Rosalind felt her long red locks brush through the dirt at the Minotaur lowered her down again. His massive hands wrapped around her ankles, keeping her legs spread far apart as he slapped his massive shaft between her legs. “No!” She bucked her hips, trying to move out of the way but the bull man’s shaft was inescapable. Nor could his urge to mate be denied. The one-eyed Minotaur skillfully aligned his cock with the entrance to Rosalind’s sex. The large beast was used to mating smaller females, and knew just how to get his mammoth shaft inside their narrow slits. “Aaah!” Rosalind shrieked as the gigantic slab of meat thrust inside her, stretching her walls in a way that even Agmar and all his tortures couldn’t manage. The back of her head rolled in the dust as the brute yanked her back hard, impaling her even deeper and positioning her so he could grab her by the knees. Rosalind winced in pain as her back dragged and scraped along the ground. The Minotaur was wildly pulling her up and down on his shaft, creating an obscene dance between them as she jerked undulated on his iron rod. Her insides ached, and the invading shaft was so thick it made her hips feel like they would be knocked out of socket. Still, the constant friction of the monster’s cock against her inner walls began to make her moist, helping to lubricate its passage in and out of her tight tunnel. “Nnng!” She tried to push herself off the ground, to somehow twist out of the Minotaur’s grasp, but his hands were locked around her legs like vices. She couldn’t escape, and had no choice but to submit to the brutal fucking. Rosalind knew that soon it would be too late, that her body would become too battered and weakened by the coupling to be able to escape. Then she would have to wait for the war to be over for a chance to be rescued; or a chance to kill herself. But those thoughts were for the future, not for her calamitous present. Rosalind’s bestial lover wasn’t done with her yet. After pulling her all the way down his cock until the fat tip smashed into her cervix, he left her impaled as he reached to grab her wrists. Rosalind groaned as her upper body was lifted off the ground, then winced and turned her head away as the Minotaur’s fat tongue lapped up her cheek, smearing the scent of his spittle all over her face and neck. With her legs now free she tried to kick him, but the blows were weak and at a bad angle with no leverage. Then he started thrusting again, and the last of the fight went out of her. The renewed battering against her cervix sent shockwaves through her, and each impact made her jerk and spasm. “Ah! Ah! Mmmph!” The Minotaur’s bull head loomed over her, making the bestial visage inescapable to her, allowing her to see nothing else. Another low groan rippled out her mouth as the Minotaur plunged his tongue into her mouth. Rosalind was forced to suck on it as she struggled to breath. The thick appendage was too large for her mouth just as the beastman’s cock was too wide for her slit, though somehow he managed to cram both inside. Rosalind’s mind began to spin as the monster rutted her at a ferocious pace. She knew, at least, she hoped that he would be finished soon, and she’d get a respite from the torment. The Minotaur’s stamina seemed endless however, and he continued to ravish her, spearing her with his fat cock again and again. Finally, he pulled her down hard, skewering her on his cock as he pinned her in place and trapped her on the length. A moment later his seed exploded forth from the tip of his cock, basting her cervix and the inner lining of her vagina with the potent cum. A mighty roar filled the air, momentarily drowning out the cries of battle. As she felt the bull-man’s cum gushing inside Rosalind slumped forward in final defeat, the resistance seeping out of her alongside the cum dribbling out the rim of her stretched pussy. The large Minotaur wasn’t done humiliating her. He dumped Rosalind onto the ground as he pulled out of her, and then pressed his sloppy cock against her face. Around her the battle was coming to an end, with her people slaughtered and defeated. Fortunately, there weren’t any other women present to share her fate, and she only hoped that the rest would escape to Heste before the orcs and Minotaurs caught up to them. As for herself, the dream of rescue was already beginning to fade. If they got past Queen Amelie, if she couldn’t stop them, then it’s over, for all of us. As the Minotaur’s cock stretched her jaw wide and thrust into her mouth her vision began to fade, before turning to black.