Casus Belli Ch. 08: Spoils of War

Casandra nodded, "Yes, of course."

Bashuk slipped his thick fingers beneath her chin, and lifted it until he could lock eyes with her. He frowned, "You know why that is?"

She blinked, "Yes, because you're right handed. In most cases you'll swing and change guard positions on the right. So I would get in the way."

He chuckled, "You keep amazing me, little girl," and then he pecked her on the nose, making her blush. His face turned serious, "Now the most important rule; total obedience. You'll do what I say when I say it. No hesitating, no buts, no matter the circumstances. Is that very clear?"

She dropped her head and whimpered softly, and then she nodded. The fingers lifted her by the chin again, until she was facing him again. "I need to hear you say it," he said softly.

"Yes, Bashuk, total obedience, it's clear." she answered even more softly.

The fingers let go of her chin, and gently caressed her face, "I understand this will all need some getting used to for you, and I will show some leniency, because, up to now, you have been a good girl. Push me too far though, and I will punish you. Which for small infractions means a spanking, regardless of who might be present. If you really screw up though, sterner measures might be called for, up to and including capital punishment, is that clear?"

Cassandra swallowed, "yes my Lord, I mean Bashuk."

He kissed her on the top of her head. "Good girl."

***

Following Bashuk into the living room again she found his guards seated ready at the large living room table, their backs towards the windows. As Bashuk moved towards them the doors to the private hallway opened and Leavy, Vala, and Syldan came in carrying plates and cutlery. As they started setting the table Bashuk put the leftmost of the two chairs at the head of it aside before sitting down on the other one. A soft moan escaped her, and then she knelt down next to him, at the spot he just cleared, spreading wide, and arching her back as she put her arms behind her. Syldan was closest by, putting down plates, and she froze as she noticed her.

The raven haired girl locked eyes with her, and Cassandra blushed fiercely in response. Syldan swallowed hard, before her gaze moved up towards Bashuk's face, her amber eyes spitting fire. She started to say something, but then thought the better of it. Bashuk looked back at her, "Yes?"

Syldan retook herself, "Will she need a plate? Sir."

Bashuk shook his head, "No, she won't require one, thank you."

Cassandra looked down, fixing her eyes on the floor beneath the table in front of her. She felt miserable, and her eyes moistened; what would be next, a bowl on the floor for her? She heard the doors to the private hallway open, and the other girls coming in, then there was the noise of pots and trays being placed on the table. Next there was the noise of moving chairs, as the girls took their places. "What is it?" Bashuk asked.

"Dumplings Sir, with spicy sauce." Polly's voice.

Bashuk sounded uncertain, "What's inside the dough?"

"Mainly cabbage, onions, garlic, and pork," Polly replied.

Cassandra's mouth watered, and then a soft rumble originating from her belly made her blush.

The huge warlord chuckled, "Now that's a good sign in a pleasure slave." It resulted in more chuckling, and not just from the guards; she felt her face heating up even more, while the sound of moving plates and cutlery did nothing to lessen her appetite. Cassandra felt his thick fingers beneath her chin once more, and then he lifted her face towards him. He was smiling at her, "Are you hungry?" She swallowed, and then she nodded, wondering if it would result in a bowl on the floor in front of her. He patted his lap instead. "Just like in the bedchamber..." A soft whimper escaped her, but it certainly beat a bowl on the floor, didn't it?

She got up and slid onto his lap sideways again, facing the girls. Leavy was sitting closest by, and she filled Bashuk's plate with still steaming dumplings before she filled her own. Cassandra watched as Bashuk picked up his fork, and presented it to her. She took it from him. Everyone was watching her as she picked up one of the dumplings on Bashuk's plate with it, and then proceeded to dip it in the small bowl of sauce next to it. They smelled delicious, and she was salivating already as she moved it to her mouth. "What do you think you're doing?" Bashuk's voice sounded loudly. She froze. "Her master's satisfaction is always a pleasure slave's first priority," he added.

Cassandra blushed yet again, and Bashuk opened his mouth demonstratively. There was a lot of chuckling around the table, and she fed Bashuk the dumpling, then waited for him to chew it away. He made small appreciative noises, and once his mouth was empty again she picked up another dumpling from his plate. "You don't have to wait for me to have my fill," he said with a smile, "You can eat with me." She dipped the dumpling and put it inside her mouth, and then she moaned softly; they were delicious. "Just don't forget your master..." Bashuk chuckled. She shot into action, picking up another dumpling with her fork, and after dipping it, placed it in his mouth.

They ate, and while eating Bashuk introduced his males to the girls. He started with the guard sitting next to him, the slightly larger one, the one that had addressed her in the bedchamber. He was, within the pack, his second in command, and his name was Kurgan. Bashuk then went further down the line. The next two were named Kasho and Yakha. "And the prettiest one of us is Batul," Bashuk said, when he arrived at number four, who had this ugly scar on the left side of his face. It started just below and to the left of his eye, then zigzagged down to his chin, and was clearly caused by something powerful, but not very sharp.

Bashuk introduced the next guard as Durgat, and then he grinned. "And shorty over there is Bolar, don't let his small size fool you though..." The orc named Bolar grinned mischievously, he was an inch shorter than the others at most, and as broad as they all were. With Bashuk finished Denora took over to introduce herself and the girls to him and his males in turn. The orcs were clearly rather interested, and rained compliments regarding the girls' looks, which didn't fail to have an effect. By the time all the introductions were done the food was gone too, and Bashuk addressed Kurgan and Durgat, the two orcs that had accompanied them to the bathroom. "How was the bath?" he asked.

"You're going to like it," Kurgan answered smiling, "it's huge, it'll hold six easily."

Bashuk nodded, "That sounds great. As you no doubt noticed our stuff arrived while the two of you were on watch, so I'm going to grab some clean clothes and see if all that Nigawan dirt will still come off." He then looked his males over, and grinned, "And the six of you could use a good scrub too. Once I'm finished the bathroom is yours." He locked eyes with Cassandra, who was still sitting on his lap, "You come with me. Let's see if you can bathe an orc warlord as well as you can fuck one..." She felt herself blush once more, and noticed the six guards were eyeing the girls. Bashuk clearly noticed it too.

The huge orc chuckled, "No no, remember what I said, they aren't that kind of 'servants'. They are for cleaning and serving food, not for washing your butts, or polishing your knobs. You could ask them nicely, of course..."

The guards all grinned, looking at each other, "Hey Durgat, if you wash mine I'll wash yours," the one named Yakha joked.

The girls looked relieved, and Bashuk reached out and put a large hand on Denora's shoulder, "I'm true to my word," he said to her, "As long as I'm not lied to." The former senior maiden swallowed, and then she nodded. He let go of Denora, and then Cassandra felt his fingers beneath her chin again. She looked up at him immediately. "Now get your lazy little butt from my lap," he said with a smile, "and follow me to the private hallway, so I can get my stuff, before you show me to that wonderful bathroom."

***

Cassandra slid from his lap immediately, more than happy to leave the slightly humiliating position she was in. Bashuk got up after her, and she followed him into the private hallway, which was, to her relief, void of any visitors. She watched Bashuk pick up some clean clothes from one of the huge bags making up the big pile of baggage in the small hall. He then followed her, and once inside the bathroom he took in his surroundings, before nodding approvingly. She locked the door behind him and then went over to the huge in-floor bathtub, to fill it with warm water. "How hot do you want your bath?" she asked him.

He had just put down his clean clothes and was now busy removing his webbing; the contraption of leather belts and straps supporting his weapons and other kit. "Make it a temperature you're comfortable with," he said, "I'm used to bathing in cold water."

She did as asked, and the huge bath filled quickly through the large brass cocks. It took only a couple of minutes for the water level to reach the overflow. She closed the cocks and turned towards Bashuk again, finding him naked already. A small gasp escaped her while taking him in. Brando was well built, but his physique paled next to Bashuk's. The huge orc looked chiseled, from head to toes. She had never seen something so masculine before in her life. If it hadn't been for his orcish face, his pointy ears, the tattoos, and his green-brown skin, he would have been the epitome of male beauty.

His long raven black hair was more unfashionable on a male, than it was unhuman. He walked over to the large tub, and hung a toe into the water. "That feels hot," he said with a chuckle, "and I have never seen anything like this bathroom before. Warm water that appears out of nowhere," he pointed at the ceiling, "and light without fire. Is there ancient magic involved with it?"

Cassandra shook her head, "No, it's techwork, all powered by machines. For the water there are hydraulics in the keep itself, and large boilers, and more hydraulics, in one of the castle's auxiliary buildings. The lighting crystals are powered by a generator in an auxiliary building at the castles northern wall, which is driven by water from the Amunda."

"I didn't notice anything like this in the rest of the country," Bashuk said.

She nodded, "That's because Bromodin is unique, the techwork is too expensive for general use."

Bashuk stepped into the tub, then lowered himself, until only his head was still above the water. He grinned at her, "Get some soap and something to scrub, girl, and then get that nice ass of yours over here." She went over to the storage cabinet and picked up a bar of plain soap, a brush, and some wash cloths. His eyes followed her as she walked back to the bathtub, her breasts swaying a little, and she realized she was already getting used to being naked in front of him.

After putting the bathing stuff down on the granite floor next to the bath she stepped into the hot water herself. The tub was a good two feet deep and the water rose to just below her breasts when she got down on her knees besides him. "Start with your hair, my Lord?" she asked.

He came up, and moved into a sitting position, gazing at her breasts. The knowledge he could just take her on the spot if it pleased him to do so made her nipples harden beneath his eyes. "Yes," he answered, "I would like that, little girl."

She took the bar of soap and started washing his long thick hair, working up a nice lather on his scalp. "I'm not little," she said, "I'm five feet four, which is about average for a grown human female."

He smiled, "You're on the small side compared to orc females, and I like 'little girl', at least when we're alone like now."

She worked her fingers through his hair, working out the knots, her voice sounded tense, "I know you can call me anything you like, that you could call me names much worse..."

He groaned contently as she massaged his scalp again, "When we're in public you will listen to 'slave' or 'prize', but when we're in private I could restrict myself to calling you 'girl', like I have done before. How would you like that?"

She picked up one of the small bowls scattered around the rim of the tub, shielded his eyes with her other hand and carefully rinsed the soap from his hair. "That would be nice, my Lord, thank you." With his hair done she picked up a wash cloth and started cleaning his face by washing the area around his eyes, just with water. Then she told him to close his eyes and washed the rest of his face with soap.

His hands found her body beneath the water, and started to explore, and a small shriek escaped her as he cupped her pussy. "You're very beautiful," he said, "you would have been very popular in the brothels." His finger slid between her labia and checked her entrance, and she winced softly, "Are you still sore?" he asked.

She rinsed his face with water and he opened his eyes, she nodded at him, "Yes, I'm still sore my Lord." She swallowed, "I was a virgin, remember? And you took me very roughly with that huge cock of yours." There was just a hint of anger in her voice.

His other hand rubbed her back softly, "I told you I was sorry. And it wasn't my fault you were still a virgin." Her own hands moved up to his ears and started washing them. "Why didn't you have sex with some human male before we arrived at the castle?" he asked.

Cassandra rinsed his ears, then started washing his neck, "A Nigawan Pryoness, or a Kangess, is expected to still be a virgin when she marries," she answered. He looked at her questioningly, and her voice trembled, "By the time it became clear there wouldn't be a royal marriage anymore it was too late. My betrothed was missing in battle, and I wasn't prepared to let some random guy I didn't love deflower me. And it wouldn't have been appropriate for a Kangess to do so anyway. I also had moral to think of."

He nodded understandingly, and she started washing his hairless tattoo covered chest. "You're an exceptional young woman," he said, "and I'm sorry for the cards life dealt you. You must realize though that life, in the form of your country's army, dealt me and my men some bad cards too. And they dealt my mate and my cubs even worse cards..."

***

Cassandra felt her eyes moistening, and the hand on her back pulled her against him, "I know you're not personally responsible," he said, "if you were you would be on your way to the brothels now, marked for rough treatment." He let go of her, and she sank back on her heels again. The hand on her pussy moved further back, the fingers exploring the crease between her cheeks, then circled her anus. "I noticed you were uneasy when I touched you here. Why is that? Are you still a virgin here too? She just nodded, feeling embarrassed as his finger probed her tightening sphincter.

He looked intrigued, "When young orc females want to preserve their virginity for their future mate, they offer their lover their guest-hole instead. Pack mates or girls service their males with it whenever they are having their period, or when they are heavy with cub. And it also enables them to determine who breeds them, and who does not."

"Guest-hole?" Casandra asked, suspecting what it meant, but wanting to make certain.

Bashuk grinned, and then confirmed it, "Their asshole... It's called guest-hole because guests of the pack are expected to restrict themselves to it, in order not to interfere with the pack's breeding."

Cassandra blushed, realizing there was a lot yet for her to learn about orcish habits. "I..., I always serviced my betrothed with my mouth," she stammered.

"I noticed," Bashuk replied with a grin, and then he softly squeezed her pussy, "You're going to give me many cubs." Cassandra shivered inside, much of what was going to happen to her from today on would be reversible, but birthing his children wouldn't be, and thus it was her biggest fear. Bashuk's voice sounded softly, "It's part of being a prize... I promise you they'll all be mine. Unlike the whores at the brothel, you'll at least know who fathered your young." She felt miserable. "But most important," Bashuk added, "the young of a prize are considered equal to the other cubs of the pack in all regards. And yours will be the cubs of a warlord, with the oldest male destined to become the leader of the tribe someday."

She had finished washing the part of him that was above water, pulled her hands back and swallowed, "But..., your cubs, my children, they wouldn't be orcs, they would be half human..."

He nodded, "Yes, unfortunately there are no fertile green orc females available to us anymore. The few fertile females of the tribe still remaining stayed behind in our lands, with their mates, when the tribe moved to Nigawa." He thought for a moment, "The only way we could have replaced our massacred females would have been to rob them from our green orc neighbors, who weren't a part of this conflict. I hope you understand why we didn't do that. We did destroy the black orc army that invaded your lands, and indirectly caused the genocide of my people, and we could have taken their females, but black orcs are rather primitive. We decided weak but smart cubs would be preferable over strong but dumb ones."

Cassandra realized he wasn't talking about tens or hundreds of women, but about many thousands, and she felt dread, "You promised only to enslave the noble women!"

Bashuk reached out, and gently caressed her cheek, "I did, and I'm going to keep that promise. Do you realize this war caused a severe imbalance in Nigawa's male to female ratio, that there are now many more fertile young women than there are men their own age? There will be lots of lonely young women realizing an orc male is better than no male at all."

The pieces slotted into place, and she swallowed hard. "You planned it this way, there was always going to be a war," her voice sounded accusingly.

The huge orc sighed, "I knew the Nigawan nobles would never give up their possessions and privileges without a fight." She looked down, recognizing the truth in his words. "We never had any intention to harm the common people though, that was just an empty threat designed to force your hand. And we never truly intended to kill the nobles either, although we sure were tempted to."

There was bitterness in her voice, "You played us, you played me... I have been such a fool..."

He smiled, "No, not a fool, you're one smart cookie, who happens to care a lot about her people." He squeezed her pussy again, gently, "You're going to give me smart cubs..."

Her eyes moistened, she was but a slave, she had no say in this, he could use her fertile belly as he saw fit. He let go of her and rose out of the water, and she wiped the tears from her face and continued washing him. His lower chest and his belly got her attention first, then she shuffled around him and washed his muscular back. With his back done, she worked further down; his butt looked and felt awesome, and washing his ass crack felt very intimate. Then came his legs, which were well shaped too, and which she could wash entirely from behind him. That left but one thing to do, and she shuffled back to his front again.

His cock had gotten half hard by now. She lifted the heavy shaft with one hand to wash all around his large sack, before washing the scrotum itself. It felt heavy in her hands, his large balls no doubt filled to the brim with potent orc seed again. By the time she was finished washing them his cock was at full mast. She heard him chuckle above her, "You better get that pole spotless girl, because you'll never know where it'll be going next, it might be your tongue encountering anything you missed."