Orc Dominion: Rebellion Ch. 01

One young man, braver than the rest and armed with a scythe charged at Bodak. The farmer slashed at the orc, who blocked the attack with the shaft of his battleaxe. The shock reverberated down the shaft, but Bodak's powerful arms absorbed the impact. He then jabbed forward with the butt of the axe, bloodying the man's nose. To his credit, the human didn't go down, and instead kicked Bodak's leg. It throbbed dully, but didn't prevent the warrior from chopping with his axe. The blade impacted the top of the scythe hard enough to knock the blade right out of it. The farmer stood shocked for a moment, and when he turned to run Bodak planted the blade of the axe between his shoulder blades.

Bodak spotted a pretty human woman with long red hair and shapely curves fleeing towards the blackness. A few quick bounds brought him to her, and he slammed the shaft of his axe into the small of her back, sending her tumbling into the earth. The orc lumbered atop her, holding the squirming woman down with one hand while the other released his cock.

Deep throated cries rung through the night air, causing Bodak to look around and take stock of the raid. Thick acrid smoke blotted out the moon, but bright orange flames illuminated the night instead. Some foolish orc must have started a fire, he thought. Flames ringed the village, and the heat licked at Bodak's arms. Streaks of light erupted from the fires, flying through the night sky. That's not right, he thought. The streaks are coming down into the village.

The low timbered screams got louder, as falling arrows descended onto the orc raiding party. Flaming arrows set the thatch roofs alight, or shot into the bodies of his men. Dozens of arrows continued to fall into the small town. Bodak quickly scrambled to his feet, releasing the human woman in order to sprint into the darkness. He saw one arrow slam into the Baron of Denetsk's head, piercing it straight through. As the last of the arrows fell, another cry broke out as human soldiers in mail and armed with swords and shields swarmed into the village. The orc raiders, caught in the midst of rape and looting, were unprepared for the disciplined, coordinated assault.

This was a trap, they knew we were coming! Shock ran through Bodak's mind as he struggled to understand how they had been betrayed. Primal instinct for self-preservation soon kicked in, and Bodak realized that if he wanted to survive, he had to escape. He was lucky that the attack came when he was close enough to the edge of the fire to slip into the darkness. The backlight would bind the humans in the village, and allow him to slip away.

A deep, fierce rage burned inside Bodak as he was forced to flee from battle. His comrades were being butchered and there was nothing he could do about it, not without throwing his own life away. When he made it back to the rally point, he found that the flames and sounds of battle and moving troops had spooked away the horses. Now it would take at least a week to walk somewhere he'd be able to steal a horse to ride back to the castle. After waiting an hour for any survivors to make their way back, Bodak had to conclude that they had all been killed or taken prisoner, and that he would have to leave without them.

As he made his way back towards Braden, he began to realize the danger was far greater than he realized. This wasn't simply an ambush, all the evidence pointed to a major military invasion. Bodak spotted outriders and scouts riding through Braden, and all the friendly villages he spotted were abandoned. During the day he could hear the relentless pounding of marching drums and marching feet, and at night countless fires at camp lit up behind him. His greater orc strength and constitution allowed him to stay ahead of the advancing army, and make it back to the city before it fell under siege.

When he returned to the citadel at the center of the city, he found it readying for a siege. Conscripted men-at-arms guarded the portcullis, and a grizzled soldier with his gnarly hands wrapped around a spear challenged the orc. "It's your Duke, soldier. How many orcs do you think the Hestens have working for them? Get out of the way!"

The soldiers stepped aside and let Bodak into the castle. I have to get word to Turogg, he thought. They need to start mobilizing now if they want to get a force together to challenge King Connor when he reaches the Lyskean Pass. Bodak found his wife coordinating with his chief captain, Drenog.

"My husband, you're alive! I'm so happy that you made it! When we got word of the invasion, we feared the worst." Susannah smiled at him, but it faltered, and she stepped back when Bodak brushed her aside.

"Drenog, I need you to send out riders to all the counts. Marshal every soldier they can muster and meet at the Lyskean Pass. Then send three more to Ruar and deliver a message to the King himself. We have to get the word out as quickly as possible. I saw what looks like the whole of Heste marching while I made my way back here and they will be at the city in a matter of days! Then go levy as many of our own troops as you can and take charge of the forces at the Pass. I will meet you there as soon as I finish the defenses here."

Drenog nodded and quickly left the hall, leaving Bodak with Susannah. "Wife, collect what you need, get your Steward to pack up our valuables, and then get Betsy and prepare to leave the city."

"Betsy? Why do I need to get her? Servants will only slow us down."

Bodak smirked at Susanah, and then broke into a chuckle. "I don't want her to serve you. She is carrying my child. Since you have yet to provide me one, it might very well be my heir. I'd sooner take her than you, but the Queen wouldn't thank me if I did."

"Y-your Grace! I'm your wife! The daughter of the Duke of Haverset. I've been nothing but a loyal, obedient wife to you for 8 years!"

"Your job is to give me children and you've failed. You want to know where you fall in the scheme of things? Come on!" Bodak grabbed Susannah roughly by the arm and pulled her along through the castle. "Betsy! Betsy! Come out!"

They found Betsy in one of the guest rooms, taking down the tapestries and boarding up the windows. Bodak released Susannah and picked up the pregnant Betsy and set her on the bed. "Now, wife, come here and kneel before Betsy. I said, come here and kneel!"

Betsy grinned at Susannah, looking smug. After a moment of sullen defiance, Susannah's shoulders sagged and she walked over to the serving girl.

"Betsy's feet are swollen from being pregnant and working all day. They need a rub. Do it Susannah, massage the feet of the mother of my child."

Susannah knelt down before Betsy and slowly, with trembling hands removed the serving girl's slippers. Betsy looked surprised that the Duchess was actually going through with the order. Reaching down, she softly patted Susannah's head. "There's a good girl, yer Grace. So kind of you to show yer appreciation for all the hard work I do around here for yer Grace, and yer lord husband."

Bodak grinned in perverse satisfaction as she watched Susannah kneel before Betsy. Human women were all sluts, and one was hardly better than the other. But he knew that to Susannah there was a big difference between the two of them. The idea that his uppity wife was being brought low made his cock spring to life, straining at his tight breeches. He absently rubbed his shaft through the pants while he watches his wife's soft, slender hands rub and knead Betsy's foot.

As his hand rubbed and stroked his swollen shaft, his gaze travelled from Susannah's shapely, exposed rear, up to her auburn locks, and then continued, eyeing Betsy's cleavage. The serving girl had real breasts, like Queen Jeanette, not the small bumps of his wife. He started to rub faster, as his eyes travelled down again, looking at the servant's bay bump, and reveling in the knowledge that his seed had been planted there. His gaze continued, once more watching his wife rub Betsy's feet.

He stalked closer to the two, towering above the kneeling Susannah, and looking down at the seated Betsy. He reached down, stroking along Susannah's head as he looked into Betsy's eyes. As the Duchess massaged each swollen foot, he gripped the auburn locks tighter in his fist, and started to push the woman forward. Susannah yelped in surprise, but soon found her lips pressed against Betsy's stocking clad leg. He moved his hand in a slow circle, making his wife nuzzle the serving girl's leg. "Kiss her leg, 'wife', kiss and lick and nuzzle it softly, like you would your darling husband."

Susannah's face grimaced at the command, but Bodak's grip was firm and insistent. She pressed her soft lips into Betsy's calf, kissing and licking her leg while Bodak crouched down to slip his hand beneath his wife's loin cloth. His thick fingers sought out her pussy, and he cupped his wife's mons in his palm squeezing and rubbing it as he forced her to nuzzle the servant's leg. As he rolled his fingers over Susannah's slit, he could hear her start to breathe harder, and feel her grow slick against his fingers. The hotter she got, the higher he made her kiss, guiding her lips up to Betsy's knee, and then up along her inner thigh.

Susannah whined softly as her husband guided her higher and higher. Bodak could see comprehension dawning on her face as she realized how far the orc was going to push her to go. A sly, lusty, predatory grin formed on Betsy's face, and she reached down, stroking more firmly through Susannah's hair, pulling the woman deeper between her legs. Bodak could feel Susannah shudder around his fingers as he pushed them inside his wife, pumping slowly, fanning the flames of her desire as her lips were brought to the delta of Betsy's pelvis.

Susannah's lips crossed the edge from Betsy's stockings to her bare skin. Her soft lips nuzzled and squeezed the serving girl's thigh, eliciting a low moan from the woman. The fingers through her hair pulled her higher still, until her parted lips pressed into Betsy's labia. A shudder of revulsion went through her at the foreign taste. The pleasure brought by the fingers overpowered the reaction though, and her rapid, heated breaths washed over the bare pussy.

Bodak freed his cock and began to rub the tip against Susannah's clit. He rubbed it shaft back and forth, wetting it with his wife's juices. Rolling his hips, he thrust just ever so slightly, just enough to push her forward and nuzzle her face into Betsy's slit. The serving girl moaned as she felt the noble woman's face slide over her needy pussy. "That's it yer grace, now stick that fine tongue out and lick!"

Betsy pushed her hips upward into Susannah's face as her tongue began to lap between her legs. The soft, timid licks stirred her pleasure, but it was the visual effect of looking down at the Duchess' face between her legs, and the knowledge that the noble woman was eating her out which truly sent the waves of pleasure coursing through her body. One hand left the auburn locks to lift and squeeze her own breast, toying with the nipple as the other gripped Susannah's hair tighter to compensate.

Bodak grunted in satisfaction as he saw his wife give in, and get more and more into pleasuring the serving girl. He rewarded Susannah by giving her what he knew she wanted, what she needed. He spread her slick labia and lined up the slanted tip of his gray shaft with her inner folds. He pushed inside, thrusting deep into the woman. She moaned in satisfaction as the hot, wet walls of her pussy wrapped around the corkscrewed ridges of his dick. He can to pump in and out, moving faster and harder with each thrust as he pushed Susannah's face into the servant's cunt.

"That's it wife, get your tongue deep inside Betsy's puss. Lick her; 'clean' her for a change! Hah!" A guttural laugh spilled from his throat as he began to hump against Susannah frantically. Betsy squealed in delight as the Duchess' tongue slipped inside, thrashing about madly against her inner walls. She could see her own juices smeared across the noble's face, and in an effort to feel even better as pulled down hard on Susannah's hair to mash the Duchess' face on her swollen clit.

"Aaah! That's it! Lick my cunt! Do it! Just a little more! Mmm!" Betsy began to buck wildly as her climax washed over her, riding Susannah's face and tongue wantonly. Her breasts bounced as she contorted in pleasure, swaying before Bodak's eyes and giving him even more of a show. Susannah groaned between them as the girlish cum flowed over her tongue, the tight grip on her hair forcing her to drink it. The Duchess' pussy squeezed and constricted on the orc cock, milking it firmly as Bodak slammed inside. His thick ball pummeled her labia while his hips smacked her ass repeatedly.

The pressure building up inside Susannah finally released, and she exploded into climax from the relentless friction caused by the monstrous, misshapen cock. Her whole body tensed as she was caught up in the throes of ecstasy. The way her pussy squeezed and massaged his dick soon became too much for the orc, and as he looked down onto Susannah's wet face, he roared in delight as his own climax hit. Jet after jet of hot cum burst forth deep into Susannah, flooding her pussy. It splashed and soaked her cervix and vaginal walls as more and more of his pent up need emptied into his wife. He continued to thrust into her as he rode into his climax, until finally he fell back, spent.

Bodak lay there, panting for breath, ears ringing from the loud cries accompanying the three climaxed. After several moments, the large orc realized something was off. Although the mating was over, and all three of them lie there panting for breath, the screaming continued. Bodak stumbled to his feet, but before he could get dressed the door burst open, and five heavily armored men charged into the room. Bodak grabbed the first and flung him into a wall, but as he went for the man's sword, he felt a heavy chain swing around his neck, pulling him back. Two of the men pulled the ends of the chain in different directions, choking the grey skinned orc.

Bodak heard Susannah and Betsy scream and scramble to the far side of the bed. He grabbed the chains and yanked them roughly, relieving the pressure on his neck and allowing him to take a deep breath. He couldn't maintain it though, and soon the humans pulled back and began to choke him once more. The last two men tackled Bodak and pushed him onto a table on his back, pinning his arms out to his sides with their bodies.

Treason! Some cowardly shit let these dogs into the castle! His thoughts raced as he bucked and struggled against the four men. The fifth pulled himself off the floor, took another chain, and beat Bodak's legs and knees with it. When the orc's strength let out from the attack, he wrapped the metal links tightly around the legs and locked them in place.

Bodak's mind began to spin from lack of oxygen, and his vision started to fade. He slumped weakly onto the table, and didn't even notice when the men finished binding him, wrapping his arms and torso in the heavy chains as well. Once he was secured the chains around his neck were loosened enough to allow him to breathe. When he came to, he found himself seated in a chair, bound. Two of the armored men guarded him, and neither Susannah or Betsy were anywhere in sight.

Seeing him awake, one of the guards bellowed, "Awake? It's about time. Sire! The orc is awake now!"

An older man, heavyset, but solid, muscular entered the room. He was armored in chain mail, and carried a longsword on his belt. Instead of a chain coif atop his head, he wore a golden crown. His eyes, a deep, bottomless blue, bore into Bodak, as if trying to drill into the orc's soul.

"So, this is Bodak, 'Duke of Braden'. King Turogg's brother. Do you know who I am, orc?"

"Some coward, who wouldn't face me on his own, but set his dogs on me!"

The man gave Bodak a cold smile. "You're as foolishly belligerent as they told me. I am Connor Ousten, the King of Heste. Sovereign of this Duchy."

Bodak snorted at the King. "This Duchy belongs to Turogg! I know, I was there when we took it from you."

"Indeed. Well, now I am here, taking it back."

"You will never keep it. Turogg will come, join with us, and crush you. You could not resist him then, and you will not resist him now."

Connor's smile turned grimmer, though the look of amusement never left his face. "This time we have a prisoner. The king's own brother. Surely he wouldn't dare attack here with your life at risk."

Bodak barked out loud at that. "He will. He will come for you, and he won't stop until your head is decorating the gates of Ruar. If I'm still alive, he might be merciful and make it quick. But if I'm not, you will suffer for a very long time!"

King Connor flashed his teeth. "You know, I do think you're right. Turogg isn't the type to value the life of a prisoner, is he? He certainly wasn't valuing the life of -my- brother when he cleaved him in to."

Shock flashed on Bodak's face, lasting just an instant too long for him to hide it from the king. "That's what I thought. Thank you for not denying it. Did you think I wasn't going to find out? Did you think you could keep that a secret forever? " A look of grim satisfaction passed over Connor's face. "Guards! Throw him over, and then bring in Duchess Welton." King Connor's face turned cold again as he gave Bodak one last look. "A brother for a brother."

Bodak didn't have time to shout before the chains closed around his neck again. He struggled against the chain, but he couldn't stop them from carrying him out to the balcony and pitch him over. The breath got squeezed out of him as he started to hang from the chain. He bucked and thrashed, but nothing he did could stop the life from being squeezed out of his body.

As his vision faded, he heard Connor's voice. "Lady Susannah, it's good to see you. This dress is much more becoming of you. I hope you've been well, you're father is quite worried about you."

Bodak kicked his powerful legs through the air that would never fill his lungs again, and then there was only blackness.