Orc Dominion: Conquest Ch. 02

She winced in pain as Agmar pulled her hair back, forcing her to look up at the captives. She forced a smile onto her lips as she gently rocked her hips. Agmar's powerful thrusts did most of the work though, making her breasts bounce wildly and causing resounding smacks as his hips impacted her round backside.

"Heh, don't get too anxious," Agmar looked up at the prisoners and gave them a monstrous grin, "we have all the time in the world. This is your principal purpose in life now, from today until you're too old and dried up to give me any more children." He laughed and began thrusting harder, slamming painfully into her as he stabbed her with his dick again and again.

Agmar reached beneath her thighs and scooped her up as he stood. He held her aloft, still impaled on his cock, with her legs spread and her tits hanging out in full view of the prisoners. They continued to glare and grumble angrily as they were forced to watch Rosalind get fucked. He made sure every lurid detail of his thick green cock was clearly visible to them as he lifted her up and down on his rod.

"Ah! Mmm! Oh! Ah ah!" Rosalind did her best whorish moans, imitating the throaty guttural sounds she overhead late at night in the village. Her feet kicked out and she leaned back into the orc's muscular body as she gyrated her hips, riding the wide girth of his shaft as it twisted inside her.

"That's it you dirty slut. Beg me for an orc whelp. Beg to be bred by me!" Agmar began to move Rosalind in a blur, hauling her up and down rapidly as he thrust upward, skewering her with his dick again and again. He could feel his cum broiling up to the surface, ready to flood her womb once again with his virile seed.

Her face flushed scarlet as she saw the looks of shock and disgust on her people's face. But she also knew that if she didn't do it, they'd all be killed, so she cried out, "Yes! Put a baby in me! Give me an orc child! Breed me Master please!" She tossed her head back and wailed as she felt Agmar's cock pulse and begin depositing a burning hot load inside her. Cum shot out of his rod, splattering her inner walls and painting the roof her sex as he emptied himself inside her.

When he was done, Agmar lifted her off his cock and set her down on the ground on her back. He left her legs spread, so that everyone could see her gaping quim as it leaked his seed. He stood over her, cock still hanging freely as it dripped the last of his cum down onto her face and breasts.

"I've been thinking," he said, "since I have this bitch, I don't really need all these prisoners anyway."

Rosalind's heart seized in her chest. Oh no, she thought, he's going to kill them anyway.

"What, with the extra mouths to feed and the constant threat of rebellion. No, we don't need them. So," Agmar paused, letting the tension build and draw out, "let them go. All of them. Get them out of my sight!"

The guards looked shocked and hesitated to obey, but a glare from Agmar had them spurred them into action.

When they were gone, Bogor and Logoth approached him. "Are you sure that's wise? They know our numbers, and our disposition. And they'd make good laborers; besides, they'll be out for blood after seeing what you just did." Bogor asked.

"Yes, they're all suitably outraged now."

"Ah." Bogor smiled, understanding.

"I don't get it," Logoth said, "We want outraged insurgents to be a constant thorn in our side?"

Agmar grunted in frustration. "No, we want outraged tribesman who are going to run and tell the survivors exactly what is happening to their special woman. That will bring them all out of hiding, and we'll be ready. Bogor, gather a team of scouts. Tell them to follow them back to their Tribe's hiding place, but don't engage. Have them mark the location and wait for the rest of the army to arrive. Then we'll bring these savages to heel."

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"To arms To arms! We're under attack!"

Voices cry out in the dark, rousing Agmar from his sleep. Quickly banishing the drowsiness from his mind he leapt to his feet. He had fallen asleep in his armor, so all he needed to do was grab his hammer, shield, and helm and he was ready to respond. As he rushed out of the hut he claimed as his own he was joined by his sons.

"The Catabrians are attacking the camp! They're coming in from the south and east!" Bogor reported.

"We should ride out from the north and cut them off!" Logoth interjected with excitement. "We can finish them off once and for all!"

Agmar shook his head. "The attack is a distraction. They're here for the girl. Bogor, you rally the men and blunt the attack. When they break off, pursue. Don't lose them for anything! Keep going until you link up with the scouts that were following the prisoners. They should have been able to see where the attack came from. Then hit them hard and let no one escape!"

"Yes father, at once!" Bogor saluted and ran off to join the fight, leaving Agmar with Logoth.

"What about me?" Logoth asked impatiently.

"We're going to go kill whoever thinks they can rescue the girl." Agmar stepped off without waiting for a response, headed towards the hut he confined the redheaded slut in. He loped through the small village, hugging the walls of the huts and ducking around corners in shadows. The sounds of battle were waiting for them as they arrived at the hut.

Fortunately Agmar had the foresight to reinforce the hut, and his orcs were locked in combat with the raiding party. Agmar slipped behind one and brought his hammer down at the base of the man's neck, shattering his vertebrae and making him drop like a puppet whose strings were cut.

"Behind us! They're coming up behind us!"

Agmar smiled grimly at the panic in their voices. One of the humans turned to confront him as he and Logoth closed in. The Catabrian swung his axe, which Agmar blocked with his shield. He ignored the splinters that exploded through the air from the impact and countered with a swing of his hammer.

The human leaned back out of the way, but Agmar quickly followed up on the attack with another swing, while pressing forward with the advantage. He forced the Catabrian to step backward by keeping up the pressure, though he resorted to jabs and shield bashes in an effort to conserve his strength. This fight was just beginning and he didn't want to get too exhausted too quickly.

As Agmar let up the pressure the human was able to regain his footing. He planted his feet and blocked a jab with his shield, and then swung forward with the axe. Agmar deflected it, and then grinned in satisfaction as blood splattered across his shield. The long blade of a sword protruding from the Catabrians chest quickly pulled back out of him again. Agmar nodded to the orc defending the hut that he had deliberately herded the human too.

He didn't have time to revel in the victory as he was quickly beset on both sides. The Catabrian with the spear was easy to block with his shield, the deep gouges in the wood notwithstanding. His other opponent was wielding a sword and shield, and even managed to find a chain hauberk to wear. The human pushed him hard, forcing him to try and fend off the sword with his hammer.

The two Catabrians worked in tandem. As Agmar fended off the sword wielding Catabrian, the one with the spear suddenly struck low, scoring a glancing blow that opened a cut across his thigh. Agmar grunted in pain and clenched his teeth as he fought through the discomfort and the urge to drop to the ground.

As the two warriors came in again, Agmar sensed an opportunity and changed his tactics. When the swordsman slashed at him he met it with a heavy back handed swing from his hammer. A thunderous cracking ripped through the night as the end of the blade snapped in half. So great was the force of the blow that the hilt was torn out of the Catabrians hand and the broken shard went flying through the air.

The other Catabrian saw his friend's distress and tried to come to his aid, but Agmar was ready. He closed the distance and rammed into him with his shield. Using his greater size and strength Agmar rolled over the barbarian and knocked him to the ground. A quick, vicious stomp shattered his jaw and left him stunned on the floor.

The armored Catabrian smashed his shield into Agmar's back, sending the burly orc to the ground. The orc fell into the bloody earth with a grunt, but quickly rolled over onto his back. As the human brought the shield down with both hands Agmar swung his own shield around to absorb the blow. The shock of the impact made his teeth rattle and shook his arm to the bone, but he held steady.

As the Catabrian raised the shield to strike again Agmar kicked out at the human's knee, forcing him back. He quickly followed up with a hammer blow to the barbarian warrior's foot. The orc was rewared with the sound of multiple bones shattering and an ear splitting scream from the warrior.

As he hobbled back, Agmar leapt to his feet and struck with his hammer again. The head of the hammer smashed into the chain shirt, sending shockwaves through the metal that cracked the Catbarian's ribs and caused his heart to miss a beat. The human fell to the ground and Agmar was on him in an instant. The orc's hammer came down again, this time collapsing the barbarian's face into a mess of blood, bones, and brain. Agmar rose off the ground and walked to his other defeated opponent and smashed his skull as well, before looking for another enemy to kill.

Meanwhile Logoth was locked in a fight of his own. A burly Catabrian with a shepherd's crook was squared off against him, using his superior reach to maintain the initiative against the orc. The Catabrians frame rippled as he swung powerful blows towards Logoth.

"Hah! Is that the best you have? You should go back to tending flock. But I'll tell you what, after we crush your people I'll let you tend mine for me?" Logoth laughed and ducked as the crook sliced through the air above his head. He could feel the breeze on the back of his neck as he charged forward, thrusting forward with his sword.

The Catabrian jumped back, but not before the blade nicked his thigh. He grunted in a mixture of pain and frustration as he brought the crook down again trying to smash in Logoth's skull.

The orc raised his shield to absorb the blow. A long crack formed down the length as the heavy weight of the cudgel smashed into the wood. Logoth lunged forward again, this time angling upward with the blow. The tip sunk into the Catabrian's stomach and then beneath his rib cage. Logoth gave it a vicious twist and then yanked it back.

The Catabrian gurgled, his eyes widening in surprise as his intestines poured out from the wound. A foul stench filled the air as his guts piled on the floor. He joined them on the ground a moment later as the life disappeared from his eyes.

Logoth spun around on his heel, bringing his shield around to block a hammer blow. His other hand slashed forward, moving as fast as a whip as he slashed the hand of his assailant. The human cried out and dropped the hammer, but before Logoth could follow up he was attacked again. "Heh, too slow."

This time a spearman charged forward, thrusting the weapon towards Logoth's back. The orc deftly spun to the side and bashed him across the back with the shield, sending him flying. The crack widened as the wood splintered further. Both halves dangled uselessly from the wooden frame, almost ready to completely fall apart. "Better, but still too slow."

Logoth took a brief moment to take stock of the battle. Human and orc corpses littered the battlefield, but it was clear the orcs were gaining the upper hand. Only a small handful of them remained and they were quickly being penned in by the surviving orcs.

The two humans he was facing reformed and Logoth turned his attention back to them. The first was now wielding the hammer in his off hand, and Logoth didn't think he would prove much of a threat. The other was more dangerous, especially if he worked in tandem with the hammer wielder. The two Catabrians began to fan out around him and he knew he had to move quickly.

"Going to try again, huh? I hope you're better prepared this time."

He threw the remnants of the shield at the spearman and turned to charge the wounded human. Logoth was able to close the distance quickly enough to check the hammer stroke, and then smashed his forehead into the human's nose. As he reeled back Logoth ran him through with the sword.

The Catabrian only had one chance to take the orc and this was it. He ran up behind Logoth and tried to stab him through the back. Logoth released his sword and grabbed the hammer from the dead Catabrian and spun again, swinging it backhanded. It landed with a satisfying thud as he shattered the human's eye socket and driving the splintered fragments of his skull into his brain.

Logoth looked down and watched blood drip down from the hammer. "Not bad, but I think I'll stick with a sword." He turned to retrieve his blade just in time to see it coming down in a tight arc. Fortunately, the pain didn't even last a second.

When the last human was dead Agmar moved towards the hut where Rosalind was being kept.

"Sir Agmar, Sir Agmar!" One of the defenders ran up to him. "I'm sorry, Sir, Logoth was killed in the fight."

"Damn, that's too bad. Alright, you come with me then. We need to make sure no one snuck in while we were fighting." Agmar suppressed his annoyance at having to go into potentially close quarters combat with an unknown fighting partner. Hopefully Bogor would return soon to fight at his side.

Inside the hut, a small figure dressed all in black was desperately trying to free Rosalind from the many and intricate knots binding her body. Damn fools didn't even leave one behind to guard her, he thought in annoyance.

Agmar's nose twitched as he caught a feminine scent. "Well now, what do we have here?" The small figure looked up in surprise and ran for the knife, but Agmar intercepted her easily. "Another little bitch come to play with me? Maybe this night won't be a total loss after all!"

"Leave her alone!" Rosalind screamed, but she was still hogtied with additional ropes coming off her limbs, torso, and neck to various posts in the ground.

Agmar gripped the hood and ripped it off, revealing a mess of copper curls. "Well aren't you a pretty little lass? I don't suppose you want to talk to me," Agmar looked over to Rosalind, "or do we have to go through all that again, except with her this time?"

Rosalind closed her eyes and hung her head. She couldn't make Melinda go through everything she had, even if she knew Agmar was still going to have his way with her. But maybe at least she could spare her some of the physical torture. "No, no don't. I'll tell you."

"Rosalind, no!" Melinda cried out, though her protest was quickly cut off as Agmar stuffed the hood in her mouth.

"Well? Who is she?" Agmar persisted.

"My niece; she's my niece, Melinda." She whispered out.

"Your niece? Hah!" Agmar belched out a throaty laugh. "This will be fun. Incest is a game the whole family can play." He carried Melinda over towards Rosalind as he began pulling and tearing at her clothes.

"Hey! Let go!" Melinda glared angrily and began beating her fists against Agmar, but the orc ignored the feeble attacks.

"What? Oh no, you can't possibly mean to-"

"Oh yes I can." Agmar replied with a grin. He positioned Melinda behind Rosalind. The older woman was still on the floor, with her legs spread and feet pulled back. He adjusted the bindings, opening up a little more space. He then grabbed the back of Melinda's neck and pushed her violently into Rosalind's ass. "Be a good girl now and give Auntie a kiss!"

"Mmmmph!" Melinda released a muffled scream as her face was buried between Rosalind's round ass cheeks.

"Ah!" Rosalind gasped as she felt Mel's soft lips press against her bottom as the young woman's face was mashed into her rear. She flushed in shame as her body actually enjoyed the feeling, before her guilt intervened and overpowered the lust.

"Kiss it!" Agmar barked, squeezing tighter. His other hand quickly stripped Mel below the waist, and then slapped between her legs to pinch and paw at her pussy lips. "Lick it!" He commanded again, this time pushing aside her clitoral hood to pinch and squeeze her pleasure nub directly.

Melinda squealed in pain from the abuse, a sound which sent daggers through Rosalind's heart.

"It's ok Mel, just do it, don't make him force you." She didn't know whether to feel like a traitor or a slut for encouraging her niece. We just have to get through this, she thought, we just have to last until we can escape. It isn't us, he's making us.

As Melinda's hot tongue began to stroke between her ass cheeks Rosalind couldn't help but doubt her convictions. She looked so much like her mother, and that image kept on intruding in her mind as she felt the wet muscle lapping at her backside. Despite herself, she found it arousing to fantasize about Sarah despite that fact that it was her niece being forced into the incestual act by a brutish orc.

"That's it, good girl. Just keep doing what I say and everything will be fine." He continued to roughly paw between Mel's legs as he released her neck and moved to free his cock. The twisted green dick was already hard. His member was throbbing and ready to plunge inside his newest captive.

The younger woman was more attractive than the older one, and had an innocence he looked forward to crushing. Still, Rosalind still had some embers of defiance that needed to be snuffed out. He didn't take her sudden compliance for anything other than a momentary weakness. Agmar knew she would be looking for some other way to resist.

"There will be time enough for both of you, but for right now I need to break in little Mellie. I need to claim her as mine or every orc in camp will be competing to crawl up your cunt." Agmar stuck two fingers from each hand into Mel's pussy and slid them deep enough to pry her sex open. But he was surprised when they struck a barrier inside her. "By the Abyss, another virgin? Hah! What is wrong with the men of this tribe! Don't they know how to fuck a woman!"

Rosalind's heart clenched as she heard Agmar's crude words. If only she hadn't been so stern and overbearing Melinda could have been with Cuthbert for her first time. Now she was going to be raped just like she had been; claimed and ravished by an ugly, cruel orc. She winced as she felt the moment Agmar entered her niece. She could feel Mel's face press tighter in her backside, and hear her whimper of pain as her maidenhead was pierced.

"Nnnnh!" Melinda groaned in pain as she felt the thick cock slide deep inside her body. Agmar hadn't even removed his fingers, so her poor pussy was stretched beyond imagination. She tried to think of Cuthbert, hoping he'd forgive her and wishing it was him with her now. But the pain and humiliation was too much, especially with her face buried in her Aunt's rear end.

Her tongue had kept moving on its own, gently lapping up and down between the crevice of Ros' ass. But as the cock pushed inside her she found her face and mouth sliding deeper. Soon her tongue was bathing her Aunt's little hole, tracing the puckered rosebud and even starting to push gently inside.

"Mmm!" Rosalind couldn't help but moan as she felt the tongue push against her backside. She knew she was getting wet despite her shame. It just felt too good, and was hitting too close to home with her personal fantasies. May Sarah forgive me.

"Oh fuck you're a tight little bitch. I thought your Auntie was tight, but you're something else all together. I'm going to have to savor this cunt. One like this doesn't come along every day!" Agmar grunted and began moving his dick in and out. Each time he thrust he made sure to mash her face into Rosalind's ass a little deeper.