Orc Dominion: Triumph Ch. 04

"Ah!" Brigitte gasped as she felt the strong fingers massaging her breasts, making her nipples harden. The orc rubbing them was quick to exploit that, pinching the nubs and giving them a soft turn. "N-no, not far from here at all. Just three weeks ride from here, to the south." Brigitte raised her arm and pointed in the direction of Shropfordshire.

The orc smirked and licked over his pointed tusk as he watched Brigitte respond to the other orc's touch. He wrapped her hair in his hand and yanked it sharply, pulling her over to him. "An ambush then, is that the way of it?"

"N-no!" She replied, shocked. It honestly hadn't even occurred to her that they would suspect such a thing.

"No?" The orc pressed his lips against hers and plunged his tongue into her mouth. He thrashed it against hers, twisting them about before breaking the kiss. "Are you sure?"

"Yes! I'm Princess Brigitte Farthing of Sandora. The place I'm speaking of is in Zentara. I have no interest in helping them!"

The orc behind her laughed and pinched her nipples again and gave them a hard twist. "So you want us to fight your war for you, Princess? Why would we do that?"

"Mmmph. I've already told you: gold and captives, as good as undefended." Brigitte couldn't help but finally shudder as she mewled in response to the abuse of her nipples.

"She did tell us that, it's true." The first orc mused and stroked her cheek. "I'll tell you what, come suck my cock and I'll bring you to my chief, and you can tell him all about it.

This Brigitte laughed, though it was more nervous than the orcs'. "You're going to take me to your chief regardless; it's not as if you're about to let me go. It's his cock I'll suck, and it will be him who decides whether I suck yours or not." Her face flushed red: she could scarcely believe herself that she was saying these things.

The orc behind her laughed. "Thinks she's clever, doesn't she?"

"Yes she does." He replied, before a grin spread across his lips. "But if you're a captive tribute to the chief, then you need to look the part." The orc released her hair and sunk his fingers into her shirt, and then ripped it open, straight down the middle.

Brigitte gasped as her tits spilled free, exposed to the open air and the two orcs. If she was blushing before, her face was on fire now. But she knew this was a possibility; it was inevitable, really. She shuddered again as her breasts were revealed to a man for the first time. To an orc, to two orcs! She thought, groaning softly as the orc behind her began to play with her now exposed nipples.

The first orc slid off his horse before pulling Brigitte off hers and set her down on the ground. "Your pants too. You won't need them where you're going." He gave her another toothy grin.

I'm willing, she thought, I have to convince them I'm willing. "Whatever you say." She unlaced her britches and, with her heart pounding furiously in her chest she shimmied them down over her hips and stepped out, leaving her naked in the setting sun before the two orcs' gaze.

The first orc stepped forward and pressed his big hands between her legs and started to rub her pussy. Her mount was completely covered by the orc's rough palm, and she couldn't help but shudder as she felt the masculine grip touching her most intimate spot.

"Very nice girl, but I think I'll be getting my dick sucked after all and something more besides. See, there's one thing your pretty little head didn't think of."

"O-oh? What's that?" She moaned, her hips starting to push against the orc's fingers as they stroked her slit, making her petals blossom.

"I'm the chief around these parts. Morkaz of the Boshdog clan. Which means your hot little mouth, and really, every hole you've got belongs to me now, don't it?" Morkaz grinned as he saw her eyes widen in surprise, and chuckled as he felt her pussy spasm against his fingers.

"Ah! Y-you're Morkaz?" She asked in surprise.

"Indeed I am. Now, say it, my little slut." Morkaz curled his fingers up, sliding two digits into her tight pink slit.

"Mmmm! All my holes belong to you!" Brigitte closed her eyes as she felt the thick fingers pushing inside her, filling her where she'd never been filled before. "But, Chief, my idea, the plan to attack Shropfordshire..."

"Hah hah hah. Is that really what you want to talk about? There will be time enough for that later. After you've been properly inducted into the tribe. For now, let's put your mouth to better use." Morkaz then drew his fingers out of her pussy and stroked the wet digits over her hard nipple, before placing both hands on her shoulders and pushing her to her knees.

At least he's thinking about it, she reassured herself, Keep going along with him, stay in his good graces, and bring him around. Despite her lack of experience, Brigitte knew very well what Morkaz intended when he pushed her to her knees. She reached up with shaking hands to untie his pants, and then pulled him down to free his cock.

The sight of the twisted grey slab of flesh made her gasp. Is this what it looks like? Well, an orc one anyway. I know human ones are different. She tried to think about it clinically but as the thick cock dangled before her, as she smelled the musky scent, as she finally reached out and touched the turgid meat her thoughts were anything but clinical. Her body continued to grow hotter and hotter as she stroked it upside down.

"It's magnificent, my chief." She murmured. You can do this Brigitte. She finally mustered up the courage to lift the cock to her lips. She wrapped them around the slanted tip and pushed forward, guiding her mouth down the corkscrewed path to take the first few ridges in her mouth. She probed the underside experimentally, lapping up and down with her tongue.

"Heh, I can see you're eager, slut, but this is for my enjoyment, not yours. Let's get a move on, shall we?" Markoz grinned down at her and stroked her hair, before he pulled her further down his cock.

"Ulk!" Brigitte coughed as she suddenly found the tip of the orc's cock slamming against the back of her throat. She reached out to grasp the root in her hands, holding it steady in a soft grip as she worked her lips around its girth. She started massaging his cock, stroking it up and down clumsily. Her sucking was awkward and unpracticed, a fact that Markoz was quick to pick up on.

"Don't tell me that you're a virgin? A virgin princess wandering into the March to try and bargain with orcs?" He bellowed out another throaty laugh, and then pulled his cock out of her mouth and rubbed it against her cheek. "How did you think this was going to turn out?"

"Like this. I had no illusions, Chief Markoz. I knew I would end up your slave. Haven't I proven myself eager?" She turned her head into the cock, and nuzzled it against her face. "It seems a fair exchange, especially for you. You get an eager slave, great treasure, and more captives than you'll ever need."

Markoz's face turned into a leering grin. "And you get all the orc cock you can swallow, is that it?"

Brigitte took a deep breath and looked up at him, straight in the eyes. "Look on the bright side, my chief, you get to train me however you like."

The orc laughed again, louder this time. "Still have all the answers? You're reminding me why I plugged that mouth of yours in the first place." Still, there was some affection in his eyes as he looked down at her. "But you're not skilled enough for my dick yet." He shifted his gaze to the second orc. "What about you Bakrush? Feel like getting your dick wet?"

"Always, chief!" Bakrush responded eagerly, already pulling his pants down and freeing his cock.

"This is important, princess, so listen closely." Markoz bent down close to Brigitte's ear. "There will be many orcs looking for your attention. Some may even say they have my permission. But that permission must come from my lips-only from my lips, is that understood?"

"Yes Markoz." Brigitte nodded her understanding, in a way even grateful that he was attentive enough to look out for her that way.

"Good. Now, suck Bakrush's dick. Practice your skills, my slutty princess-slave, while I claim my right to your body." Markoz picked Brigitte up and spun her around to face Bakrush and then positioned himself behind her.

Brigitte's spine stiffened as she felt the sopping wet cock pressing against her folds. This is it. She quickly pushed the tension and worry from her mind. It's not about me, she reminded herself, remember his instructions. Be amusing but obedient. Make him see the wisdom, of my plan.

Distracting her nervousness at losing her virginity to the orc could only last so long. When Bakrush rubbed the slanted tip of his cock against her mouth and Markoz began sliding his shaft inside her she was forcibly brought back into the reality of the situation. Her ordered and disciplined thoughts were washed away in the wave of new sensations that tore through her body.

Brigitte's lips parted around a cock for the second time in her life. She sucked it eagerly, forcefully, almost bracing against it as she felt the walls of her pussy stretch around the thick girth of Markoz's shaft. She winced in pain as his cock lodged deep inside her. "Nng!"

"Ah, that's nice and tight, princess. It's done now, my dear, you're mine. I've claimed you." Markoz grunted in pleasure as he started to move his hips, pumping slowly in and out of her as he gave her a chance to adjust.

"Be careful with those teeth, slut," Bakrush said, "this is supposed to be a reward." Still, the orc snorted in pleasure as he felt the young human princesses' mouth work around his shaft, inexperienced though she was.

"Mmmph!" Brigitte groaned around the dick in her mouth as the chief's cock began to move faster. Not faster, she realized, easier! I'm moistening for him! The thought shocked her, but honestly she was glad: having her body respond in this way would lubricate her and reduce the pain and discomfort.

The growing arousal in her loins led her to get more enthusiastic with Bakrush's dick. She started to move her head up and down the orc's twisted cock. "Mmm..." She moaned softly as she ran her tongue along the corkscrewed path. It's actually not that bad, she thought, the taste kind of grows on you.

Her hips began moving as well: soft little movements, gently rising and falling as she pushed herself into the chief's dick. The walls of Brigitte's cunt hugged the ridges tightly, conforming to its shape and girth. The tight pressure the invading member created began to feel even better than before, and her pleasure grew to even greater heights than before.

"Heh, that's it princess, move those hips. Get into it. You'll need that enthusiasm to survive the days ahead." Markoz grunted in satisfaction and began to move his own hips faster, picking up the pace. She was responding even faster than he had expected, which boded well. Her cunt felt so good around his dick he didn't know how much longer he could last.

Not that he had any particular reason to hold out; he had all the time in the world to enjoy his newest woman. He began to move even faster, clapping his hips against her backside as he rammed all the way inside her. The tip of his dick hammered against her cervix and as she moved quicker beneath him he slapped his hand against her round ass. "That's it lass, keep moving. Don't forget to keep sucking though, you must do both at once."

"Yeah, don't forget that!" Bakrush seconded. He stroked through Brigitte's hair, enjoying the silky texture of it. He enjoyed her silky lips around his cock even more though, and as she moved her head up and down the shaft he responded with his own thrusts. Bakrush met each and one every one of her movements with his own, breathing faster and harder as his arousal grew.

Brigitte shook her head, signaling that she wouldn't forget. She placed both hands on his hips and began bobbing up and down deeper onto his cock. The tip hit the back of her throat, making her eyes water. But she continued to throw herself into her labor. Her body was flush with pleasure, and her mind swam. It felt better than she had imagined it would be. No wonder the Queen of Zentara went mad!

Bakrush pulled his dick from her mouth and began to stroke it furiously, and a moment later rewarded her efforts with a thick load of creamy cum onto her face. Spurt after spurt of the gooey globs splattered on her parted lips, and drenched her face and hair as he emptied his balls onto her. "Ah, that's a good look for you girl, I wish you could see it. I'm sure you'll get another chance though! Hah!"

The princess, former princess, panted for breath, desperately filling her lungs as the pleasure inside her built to a pitch from Markoz's movements. She threw herself back to him, trying to take his cock as deep inside her as possible. "Ah! Aaah ah!"

"Get ready for it, I'm about to fill you up, girl. You'll be bearing another of my kids before long." Markoz gripped her tightly by the waist and pulled her back hard, slamming himself all the way inside her. He grunted deeply and then released himself, blasting her cervix with his cum. His dick pulsed inside her as he shot more and more of the virile seed directly into her fertile depths.

His words triggered a cascade of images in her mind. She saw herself naked, surrounded by orcs. Getting taken by all of them. She saw her sex filled with orc seed and then swollen with child. "Aaah! Mmm! Aaaah!" Brigitte cried out again as she finally climaxed and the sweet pleasure that had been building finally released and rippled through her. She twitched and spasmed, squirming on his cock as she pushed back tightly against him.

After several long moments, her climax receded and her mind returned. It happened. I've been taken by an orc. I'm committed now, there's no turning back.

Markoz slid out of her, pulled up his pants, and then looked at Bakrush. "Grab her horse, let's get her back to camp." He gave her a leer. "Don't bother getting dressed, we'll find something more suitable for you soon enough."