Orc Dominion: Conquest Ch. 01

The enemy formation continued to advance, slowly shuffling along as it got peppered with arrows. She began to see that they were not in one large block, but in several. What had been one long snake of orcs was now a series of moving boxes.

Sudden movement behind Rosalind startled her and made her wheel around with an arrow ready to shoot.

"East lass, it's just Black Pete." Her father's old friend grinned at her. "How many dozen you kill so far?"

"Only a few, but I've just gotten started." She replied shakily.

"Well, there will be time for that later. We don't want to waste too many more arrows on those shields. This isn't the first time we've seen the Hestens use a shield wall. We should break contact to see if they'll follow, and if not, hit them again when they've let their guard down."

"That makes sense. Sound the bugle."

Before he could one of the other clans beat him too it. The sharp noise punctuated the din of battle, and all around her the tribesmen began to sift back into the forest. Rosalind and Black Pete stepped backwards, firing a few last hours to cover each other's retreat deeper into the forest.

"They're running! Don't let them get away!" The booming voice was soon followed by another blast from their trumpets. The orc squares began to spread out in long line and plunged after them into the forest.

"Heh, the fools. They fall for it every time!" Black Pete grinned savagely as he took down another orc with an arrow.

Rosalind aimed one as well, and a moment later felled a charging orc with an arrow through his heart. Well, at least she assumed orc hearts were in the same place as human ones. Other tribesman began to turn and fire as well, sending more orcs into the dirt.

They continued to fire and move, drawing the orcs deeper into the forest. The further they got, the more the orc lines broke apart as their soldiers got split apart by the rough terrain. Her own forces were quick to exploit it, punching through the gaps in small bands to strike at the orcs from behind.

Black Pete looked around as more of the tribe began to form up around him. "Might as well make our stand here; we'll bloody 'em some more for a little bit and then break off again."

Rosalind could only nod as she slung her bow and grabbed her spear. Her throat was dry from all the running and shooting. Not to mention that she was nervous to be engaging in hand to hand combat for the first time. It already seemed like a lifetime ago she had killed someone for the first time!

"Hang back a bit lass, no need for you to get up close and personal. Stay back and stab when you see an opening."

As much as she hated it, Black Pete's advice made sense. Physically she was no match for an orc: they had her on size, reach, and strength. So Rosalind allowed the other men to form a line to take the lead. They formed a semi-circle and advanced on the nearest pocket of orcs. The tribesmen enveloped the orcs and began stabbing them from all sides.

Rosalind watched breathlessly as her men clashed with the orcs. Though they weren't as well armed as the orcs, at least in this section of the battle they had the advantage in numbers and position. The orcs were slowly herded together as they were prodded at the point of the tribe's spears. Ferrick, a young warrior who grew up with Melinda, managed to get behind the orcs and ran his spear into the beast's back. Ferrick grinned in triumph as his spear tasted blood for the first time.

The orc roared in pain as the tip of the spear cut through his flesh. He swung back with his shield and cracked Ferrick on the side of the head and wiped the smile from his face. The young man lowered his spear and stumbled back, stunned. When the orc raised his axe to finish the job Rosalind saw her opportunity. She rushed in and thrust her own spear into the orc's armpit. Without any armor to protect him there it slid deeply in and up.

The orc cried out in pain as his shoulder dislocated and blood poured from the open wound. He turned back to Rosalind, who quickly scurried back behind the line. Black Pete followed through a moment later, finishing the orc off.

Rosalind looked at Ferrick, who gave her a grateful smile and nodded. Before she could nod back though another orc ripped through his face with an axe, cleaving off half of it. Rosalind stared in shock as the young man's blood splattered across the forest floor. As the young man collapsed to the dust she had to fight back the urge to vomit.

Her head spun as she fought through the nausea, but she did defeat the urge and looked back towards the battle. The orcs were quickly falling, but they were giving a good accounting of themselves. It seemed like for every orc they killed, one of their own fell and another was wounded. Rulf, another man from her tribe stumbled back with a groan as a sword cut his arm. He fell out of formation and went to the ground, cradling the wound.

Rosalind rushed over to him and helped support the wounded arm. "It's alright Rulf, let me bind it for you." She tried to give him a reassuring smile as blood gushed over her hand. She quickly tore a length of cloth from the linen shirt she bore beneath her leathers and wrapped it around the wound.

"Thanks Rosie, but I'll be alright. We've got to keep fighting! We've almost got them now!"

She turned to watch the battle and saw that he was right. The last two orcs were fighting back to back, desperately striking out at the spears, trying to deflect and bat them away. "On the count of three lads, all at once. They can't stop them all!" Black Pete called out. "1...2..." and on the third count they all attacked at once. The orcs blocked some with their shields and batted others away with their swords, but more spear tips got through their defenses. Blood oozed out from pinpricks in their armor and limbs.

As they weakened from the wounds her tribesmen began to score more decisive hits, and soon both orcs were on the ground slumped together in death. "Good job men, now let's fall back again. Keep drawing 'em into the woods!"

Her small band quickly scooped up weapons from the dead and grabbed their wounded comrades before retreating deeper into the forest. Rosalind spared a quick glance from side to side to see more of the Catabrians also breaking contact. The band continued to move, though not as fast now as they were slowed down by the wounded.

"Ugh!" Rulf grimaced beside her as an arrow tore through his chest. Rosalind rushed to help him, causing the arrow flying towards her to sail over her head and sink into a tree behind her.

"Where are they coming from?"

"Up there!"

"How did they get ahead of us?"

"Did we get turned around?

Confusion overtook her band as another group of orcs came charging at them from deep within the Rothge forest. "Keep moving, we'll punch through them!" Black Pete called out. "Line up, line up!"

"Ah!" Another tribesman cried out as an arrow punched through his back.

Rosalind grimaced as she watched his blood drip off the serrated tip as it jut through his chest. She looked behind and saw a fresh line of orcs marching through the forest in formation. "Behind us! They're coming up behind us!"

"Dammit!" Black Pete cursed. "We'll have to punch through, we need to get out of here! Quick, before we're cut off. Charge!" The band began to run forward towards the approaching orcs.

Rosalind screamed and joined them, charging forward with her spear. She was met by a large green orc wearing a chain shirt and wielding a round shield and sword. She ducked as he swung it, and thrust her spear up towards him. The tip glanced along the chain shirt, but couldn't break through the armor.

The orc swung his shield around, trying to smash into her and forcing her to run to the side to try and stay out of its way. Meanwhile she swung her own spear about and stabbed it at him again. This time it connected more solidly, but no matter how hard she pushed she couldn't break through his armor.

The orc swung his sword again, chopping it down at her. She quickly dove to the ground to roll out of the way. Her heart leapt into her throat as she felt the air whizzing by her face as the blade narrowly missed her head. This time she slashed back with her spear and was rewarded to see the tip slice through the orc's pants and cut his thigh. She grinned triumphantly as her opponent grunted and stepped back.

She quickly jumped to her feet and readied her spear again. Rosalind circled him slowly, giving his wound time to bleed out and weaken him further. The orc soon lost patience with that though, and limped forward, trying to close the distance. She backed away, but was suddenly buffeted by strong hands pushing her to the side.

"Watch it lass!" Black Pete called out as another orc's axe slashed through the air where her back would have been.

"Thanks!" She cried out. Stupid, she thought, I was so worried about this one I completely forgot about the rest of the fight! The rest of the battle was not going well for her band. These orcs were not only better armored than the others, but they seemed better trained as well. Her opponent advanced towards her again, but this time she moved to meet him.

She ducked as he swung towards her and thrust, this time throwing more of her weight behind it and using the orc's own momentum to give her attack greater force. The orc was ready this time though and bashed her spear aside with the edge of his shield. He quickly swung his sword hand back, smashing her across the face with the back of his fist.

Rosalind spun about as the world blackened. She collapsed roughly on the ground. By the time her sight came back into focus the orc was standing above her. She tried to raise her spear but he trapped the tip with his shield and then stomped on the shaft, snapping the head off.

Her hand flew to her belt, quickly drawing her knife. She stabbed wildly with it, gouging his leg again and again. The orc bellowed in rage and kicked her the belly, forcing the air from her lungs. A moment late he grabbed her knife hand and hauled her up. She pulled as hard as she could to try and free her hand, but the orc's grip was too powerful. He easily ripped the blade from her fist, and then smacked her hard across the face, knocking her to the ground once more.

Strong hands wrapped underneath her arms and lifted her up, pinning her back to the orc's chest. All around her men were dying as they were caught between the orcs. She looked around wildly for Black Pete, but couldn't see him anywhere. Finally, as the last man fell she found herself surrounded by a pack of vicious orcs.

"Well well well, what do we have here? What's a little cunt doing all the way out here? Couldn't wait for us to get to your village before sampling some big orc cock?" A large orc leered nastily at her as he approached. "Well, I think we can oblige her, isn't that right men?"

Her eyes widened in fear as the orcs all laughed. As the lead orc approached her she wildly kicked out towards him, but he easily caught her ankle and trapped it under his arm. Rosalind grunted in frustration and tried to pull it back, but it was trapped.

"Spreading your legs for me already? I'm glad you're gonna make it easy for me." The orc stepped closer and slapped his other hand against her inner thigh, and then ran it up between her legs. His knuckles brushed against the mound of her pussy through the crotch of her pants as the brutish orc fondled her.

Rosalind recoiled in disgust as the orc closed in on her. With his green skin, upturned nose, and jutting tusks he appeared like a foul nightmare clawing out of the Abyss. She wanted to turn away, to run, but she was trapped between the two strong orcs. The orc licked her cheek, allowing his foul breath to wash over her face and make her choke. She struggled again, trying to break free but couldn't overpower them.

The orc's beefy hand cupped her mons and began to rub it through her pants. For the first time another's hand was between her legs, touching her most intimate spot. The rough, fat fingers were completely different to what it was in her imagination. But despite her fear and revulsion, she could still feel her body warming, responding to the orc's touch.

"Ah! Let go!"

"Now? When we're just getting started? Oh no, we've got lots more in plan for you." The orc laughed again, and gestured for Rosalind's knife. The injured orc hobbled over and gave it to him while glaring at the captured woman. The lead orc smirked at the bloody blade, and then began to cut through Rosalind's pants. The blade sliced through the leather, tearing the material enough for him to loosen the pants and yank them down to her ankles.

"No! No!" She screamed and began to buck again as her privates became revealed. The orc smacked her sharply across the face, splitting her lip and making her grunt in pain. Once her lower half was stripped, the orc took the knife and began cutting her shirt, splitting it open to match her leather vest. She flushed in shame as the orc ripped it open the rest of the way to expose her tits. With her arms still pinned behind her she was powerless to prevent all the orcs from gazing at her naked flesh.

"Nice tits. Not too big, not too small." The orc reached forward and lifted one of Rosalind's breasts, squeezing it firmly in his hand. Then he pinched her nipple, pulling it sharply away from her body until she cried out. "We're gonna have some fun with these!" The orc grinned ferally and smacked her tit, making it jiggle. "But we'll get to that."

The orc behind her pushed her to the ground on her knees. Rosalind winced as her bare knees scraped against a root as she was forced to kneel on the forest floor. Her luscious red hair was pulled back sharply, forcing her to look up at the leader and expose her neck.

The orc pressed the blade of the knife against her throat. "Now I'm gonna take my cock out, and you're gonna suck it real nice. Try and bite it and you're dead, understand?"

"Yes." Rosalind whimpered out.

"That's, 'yes master.'" The orc emphasized his point by pushing the blade harder against her neck.

"Ah! Yes master!" Rosalind felt disgusted with herself for giving in to their pressure, but she didn't want to die. She might still be able to escape, or perhaps get rescued. She just had to hold on.

"Good girl. Nice and obedient, just like a human slut should be." The orc laughed and put the knife away. He pulled out his cock, and rubbed the twisted green flesh against Rosalind's cheek. The dark emerald flesh contrasted with her pale skin, and the sight of that alone made it begin to harden.

Rosalind winced at the sight and smell of the orc's fleshy root. The look of it disgusted her even more than the flashes of her clan's members she'd seen over the years while swimming or bathing. The bulbous ridges and slanted tip made it look like a cross between a dog and a pig's member.

Still, with the threat of the blade hanging over her, Rosalind had no choice but to open her mouth when he prodded her with the dick. The musky, salty taste quickly began to spread through her mouth as the flesh rolled over her tongue. She wasn't entirely sure what he wanted, as she had never touched, let alone sucked, a man's cock before.

She lifted her tongue against it, and began to lap and flick it like she had imagined doing to Sarah's clit. She felt it pulse, and thought that she was doing the right thing but the orc quickly disabused her of that notion.

"What are you waiting for? Suck it you dumb bitch!" The orc grabbed the back of her head and pulled her forward while thrusting his hips impatiently.

Panic effused her as the felt the tip of the shaft push at the back of her throat. The intense pressure of having her life on the line, of not knowing what to do, and being pressed into a new and disgusting situation overwhelmed her. Rosalind closed her lips tighter around the rod and began to suck, trying her best to accommodate the thick girth.

She felt she must have been doing something right, as she could feel the dick stiffen and harden in her mouth. Rosalind continued to suck sloppily as the orc picked up his pace. The slanted tip of his dick battered the back of her throat as he roughly fucked her face.

"What's the matter, never sucked a dick before? Well, you're gonna get lots of practice. No better way to learn than to dive right in. Best to learn how to start with the biggest dicks anyway. Once you can take an orc cock down your throat you won't have a problem with anything else."

Down my throat? She wondered. Surely it couldn't fit. But the orc's incessant thrusting made her think he intended to try. The back of her mouth started to get scratchy from the constant ramming of his dick against the soft flesh.

As her eyes started to water the orc mercifully pulled his dick out of her mouth. The throbbing erection bounded before her eyes as it glistened with her spit. The orc's eyes blazed with lust as he looked down at her. He lifted his foot and pressed it between her breasts to push her onto her back.

Terror seized Rosalind's heart as she realized his intentions. She tried to crawl away, and as the orc began to mount her as swung her fist wildly at him. Her knuckles cracked against his jaw, but as her hand slid across his face the tusk scraped open her skin causing her hand to bleed.

He snarled and smacked her again, then lifted her upper body and slammed it back into the ground. Rosalind's breath was forced from her body by the impact, and she was too stunned to further resist as he gathered up her legs and pinned them against her chest.

The orc rested his weight on her body, pinning her to the ground as he lined up the slanted tip of his cock with her slit. "No! Please! Not that!" She cried out and tried to push him off, but one of the other orcs grabbed her wrists and stretched them above her head and pinned her to the ground. Her heart pounded furiously as she felt her sex begin to open up for the shaft. Rosalind was forced to look up into the orc's ugly face as a cock pushed inside her for the first time.

"Hah, by the Abyss this whore's a virgin!" The orcs laughed and cheered. Apparently virgins were quite rare to find in Zentara, especially one as old as her. "Well this is gonna be a real treat for you. After taking an orc cock you'll be glad you never wasted time on any small human dicks." The orc pushed forward until the tip it her maidenhead. He pulled back, but quickly thrust forward once more, pushing the membrane a little farther.

Each time the orc moved her heart stopped as she expected him to finally tear through her hymen. The orc kept her on edge, always making her think it was the time in order to prolong her fear and dread. Finally he pushed in then withdrew for just a fraction of a second to make her think it was starting all over again before jamming his cock all the rest of the way inside of her.

"Ah! Nnn!" Tears welled in her eyes as she felt her maidenhead rip away. A soft trickle of blood leaked out around the girth of his cock. If the orc noticed he didn't say anything, or give her any respite. He began to move his hips, quickly pumping in and out of her. He worked his cock inside her pussy, slamming all the way up to her cervix again and again.

Each time he collided with her cervix she cried out in pain. But far from dissuading the assault it only spurred him to go faster. The orc lowered his face to her breasts and began to bite the flesh and scratch her with his tusks. Rosalind's body felt like it was on fire as she was mauled by the brutish orc.

"Get ready for it, slave. I'm going to fill you with my cum. You're gonna be bearing another of my green skinned sons before this is all over."

Rosalind shuddered in fear at the thought. She hadn't even considered that she might get pregnant. "No! No!" She tried to claw out of the trap again, but she was stuck. The orcs were too strong for her, and she had no escape. Images of her body swollen with the foul orcs child flashed through her mind as the orc's thrusting reached a crescendo.