Orc Dominion: Triumph Ch. 12

"Archers, ready! Loose!" Arrows flew as the Minotaurs marched past the first marker. But as the arrows flew through the air the beastmen raised their massive shields above their heads to absorb the attack.

A humungous Minotaur, seemingly a head taller than the rest bellowed out in some primitive tongue and pointed towards the fort, and the mass began charging the wall.

"First squad, up! Second squad, straight!" She called out, and the first squad loosed another barrage of arrows into the air to rain down on the beasts from above. As the Minotaurs raised their shields, the second squad loosed as well, this time directly at their foe. Rosalind herself joined the second squad, and taking aim for the lead Minotaur loosed an arrow towards the beast.

The massive bull roared as the arrow slammed into his shoulder, but didn't slow down as he led the column straight to the wall. More arrows followed as the Minotaurs passed the second beacon, but by the third the front ranks had lowered their shields to stop the oncoming fusillade. Rosalind scowled at the arrows jutting out from the shields like the quills of a porcupine. The Minotaur lines hadn't bowed from the assault, and she wasn't even sure she had seen a single one of the beastmen fall.

"Keep up the pressure! Keep it up!" She called out, though the large shields made their arrows ineffective at best. Even when they made it through, as one expert shot from a boy to her right did, bounced harmlessly off the Minotaur's mail. We just don't have the strength to punch through.

CRACK! BOOM! The crashing sound of wood rending sent shock waves up the palisade as the Minotaurs began to hack away at the wall. Surely they don't mean to cut through? But it seemed they did. Capitalizing on their great strength, the bull-men were chopping through the wooden beams like lumberjacks.

With the supply of arrows rapidly dwindling, Ros knew she needed to make every one count. Looking for a breach in the wall of shields, she spotted the large Minotaur from before. With careful aim, she loosed the arrow, sending it through the gap between two shields. She grinned in savage glee at the savage roar she heard, but her spirits dropped a moment later as she realized she hadn't managed to kill him. I wounded him sorely though, at least.

She began to line up another shot when the wall shook, and one of the beams beneath her shifted out of place. Looking down, she saw a splintered end thrusts into the interior of the fort. By the Abyss! They're through already! Rosalind grabbed her spear and sprinted along the wall towards the stairs leading to the rear gate. I can't let them cut me off!

As she retreated from the wall darkness began to surround her as she left the light that the burning torches on the far side of the wall had provided. She had to fight off the moment of rising panic when she found herself blinded before her eyes adjusted to the night. She continued along the wall by muscle memory, but by the time she reached the stairs she was able to see enough to sprint down them.

Unfortunately, she could also now see the devastating effect that the Minotaurs were having on the defenders. Towering masses of darkness were enveloping the scattered boys and old men, leaving only choked screams in their wake. They were not so advanced as the rear gate however, and she managed to lift the draw bar with the help of one of her men; she couldn't see which one in the darkness.

Thankfully the reports had proven right, and the Minotaurs made a direct attack instead of trying to encircle the fort. She ran into the darkness towards the black maw of the Mouth of the Abyss. This is it, time to end this- her thoughts were distracted as she nearly ran into a large orc charging from the darkness. "No!" Rosalind cried out, thrusting her spear into his side. She didn't stop to see if she penetrated his armor, but kept pushing into the advancing tide. So this is where the green orcs went! She thought with despair.

Light burst into being and the reverse slope of the hill became revealed as if a cloak had been lifted. Green orcs bearing torches were cutting off the escape of the remaining defenders, and with them her chance of casting herself into the Mouth. Curse them! But moments later, the despair gripping her lifted as she spotted Bogor in the crowd. At least I can kill Agmar's bastard!

Rosalind dropped her spear and readied her bow, nocking an arrow. Bogor was focused on the battle ahead, and didn't see the danger. Her arrow was lined perfectly with his unguarded throat, but as she loosed the arrow another orc caught it in the chest as he charged into combat. At least she had the satisfaction of seeing the orc fall to the earth, but it was small recompense for missing her chance to kill the new chieftain.

As she lined up a second shot the wind was knocked out of her as a large orc barreled into her and sent her to the ground. Rosalind reached desperately for her spear as she looked up in terror at the orc's leering grin. A moment later blood showered down on her as a powerful blow cleaved the orc in two. Her relief was short lived though, as a powerful roar shook down her spine and the massive hand of a Minotaur grabbed her by the front of her armor and lifted her up.

The massive brute, with a broken arrow still jutting out his eye snarled at her, sending hot breath wafting over her face. She drew her dagger, but before she could strike back the huge beast through her onto the ground, sending the blade flying from her hand and knocking the wind out of her lungs. Before she could even take a breath the Minotaur's thick fingers curled into her pants and ripped them down.

Her whole lower body went with them as he dragged her along the earth before the seams of her pants finally burst. The leather peeled off her thighs, and the terror of being violated again nearly paralyzed her. Not again! No! She desperately reached for her dagger, or the spear, or even the arrows that were falling out of her quiver but couldn't grasp a single one. She just continued to flail desperately as the bestial bull man ripped her panties away next.

Then the beast squeezed both ankles together in one hand as the other pulled his shaft out from beneath his loincloth. He rubbed the tip against her ass cheeks, then thrust it between her thighs, forcing it in as his hips started to stroke back and forth. A lewd snort rippled out from his snout as his lust began to take over at the prospect of having a new female to rut.

"Ooof!" Rosalind felt her long red locks brush through the dirt at the Minotaur lowered her down again. His massive hands wrapped around her ankles, keeping her legs spread far apart as he slapped his massive shaft between her legs. "No!" She bucked her hips, trying to move out of the way but the bull man's shaft was inescapable.

Nor could his urge to mate be denied. The one-eyed Minotaur skillfully aligned his cock with the entrance to Rosalind's sex. The large beast was used to mating smaller females, and knew just how to get his mammoth shaft inside their narrow slits.

"Aaah!" Rosalind shrieked as the gigantic slab of meat thrust inside her, stretching her walls in a way that even Agmar and all his tortures couldn't manage. The back of her head rolled in the dust as the brute yanked her back hard, impaling her even deeper and positioning her so he could grab her by the knees.

Rosalind winced in pain as her back dragged and scraped along the ground. The Minotaur was wildly pulling her up and down on his shaft, creating an obscene dance between them as she jerked undulated on his iron rod. Her insides ached, and the invading shaft was so thick it made her hips feel like they would be knocked out of socket. Still, the constant friction of the monster's cock against her inner walls began to make her moist, helping to lubricate its passage in and out of her tight tunnel.

"Nnng!" She tried to push herself off the ground, to somehow twist out of the Minotaur's grasp, but his hands were locked around her legs like vices. She couldn't escape, and had no choice but to submit to the brutal fucking. Rosalind knew that soon it would be too late, that her body would become too battered and weakened by the coupling to be able to escape. Then she would have to wait for the war to be over for a chance to be rescued; or a chance to kill herself.

But those thoughts were for the future, not for her calamitous present. Rosalind's bestial lover wasn't done with her yet. After pulling her all the way down his cock until the fat tip smashed into her cervix, he left her impaled as he reached to grab her wrists. Rosalind groaned as her upper body was lifted off the ground, then winced and turned her head away as the Minotaur's fat tongue lapped up her cheek, smearing the scent of his spittle all over her face and neck.

With her legs now free she tried to kick him, but the blows were weak and at a bad angle with no leverage. Then he started thrusting again, and the last of the fight went out of her. The renewed battering against her cervix sent shockwaves through her, and each impact made her jerk and spasm. "Ah! Ah! Mmmph!"

The Minotaur's bull head loomed over her, making the bestial visage inescapable to her, allowing her to see nothing else. Another low groan rippled out her mouth as the Minotaur plunged his tongue into her mouth. Rosalind was forced to suck on it as she struggled to breath. The thick appendage was too large for her mouth just as the beastman's cock was too wide for her slit, though somehow he managed to cram both inside.

Rosalind's mind began to spin as the monster rutted her at a ferocious pace. She knew, at least, she hoped that he would be finished soon, and she'd get a respite from the torment. The Minotaur's stamina seemed endless however, and he continued to ravish her, spearing her with his fat cock again and again.

Finally, he pulled her down hard, skewering her on his cock as he pinned her in place and trapped her on the length. A moment later his seed exploded forth from the tip of his cock, basting her cervix and the inner lining of her vagina with the potent cum. A mighty roar filled the air, momentarily drowning out the cries of battle.

As she felt the bull-man's cum gushing inside Rosalind slumped forward in final defeat, the resistance seeping out of her alongside the cum dribbling out the rim of her stretched pussy. The large Minotaur wasn't done humiliating her. He dumped Rosalind onto the ground as he pulled out of her, and then pressed his sloppy cock against her face.

Around her the battle was coming to an end, with her people slaughtered and defeated. Fortunately, there weren't any other women present to share her fate, and she only hoped that the rest would escape to Heste before the orcs and Minotaurs caught up to them. As for herself, the dream of rescue was already beginning to fade. If they got past Queen Amelie, if she couldn't stop them, then it's over, for all of us.

As the Minotaur's cock stretched her jaw wide and thrust into her mouth her vision began to fade, before turning to black.

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The fires of the camp could have matched the stars in the sky, if seen from above. But there were no mountains here; they have been left behind when the army marched through the Hell Pass. Now they were in the rolling green fields of Thesta, the breadbasket of the Western Kingdoms. Nothing stood before them, behind them, or around them. The orc army was impossible to miss, but also impossible to sneak up on.

Soft, mewling groans brought Augras' attention to the prisoner trapped in a wicker cage. It's getting easier, he thought, taking prisoners. The first time he marched out with the Minotaurs to capture one of Amelie's men had been the first time he'd done such a dangerous night time raid. Oh, it hadn't been his first fight, truly. But it was the first time he had ventured out, away from camp, behind the enemy lines to capture a foe.

Now though, it was starting to become routine; the combat part of it at least. As his gaze lingered on the enemy soldier he felt the familiar building of pressure around his heart returning. I hope this part doesn't become routine.

Only Marishka and four of his men were with him in their own section of the camp, separate from the rest of the army. Grotok doesn't want to see this again, not after last time.

"He doesn't like what we do" Marishka observed, "but he doesn't stop us either. He's willing to benefit from your power, even as it disgusts him."

"We're nearing the end now, it won't trouble him much longer."

"No, it won't." She agreed, before turning to the captive as well. "You know what you have to do."

Augras exhaled sharply, and then steeled himself for what was to come. He nodded, and lit the first of the smaller fires that surrounded the center bonfire. One smaller circle of flames was lit at each cardinal direction surrounding the fire. When they were all lit, he stood between the south and western fires and said, "Begin."

The four guards picked up the wicker basket by long poles and carried it as if it were a litter. When they began to move, the prisoner stirred to life and grasped the bars. "My lord! Please! What are you doing? What is this?"

The prisoner was carried to the northern flame, held up high enough so that he only passed through the smoke. As they moved to the western fire Augras began to channel his magic down his legs and through his feet into the earth, extending tendrils of power to the five flames.

"Please my Lord, ask your questions! You don't have to put me to the fires! I'll answer as you wish!"

Augras tried to drown out his words as he focused his attention and willed his power outwards. Three times they carried the prisoner around the circle, passing him through the smoke of the lesser fires. When they completed the third revolution they halted before the northern flames until Marishka approached, clutching a small cloth bag that writhed in her grip.

"What's that, my Lord? What is that? Oh, by the Abyss!" The Sandoran soldier cried out in fear as Mischa's bony fingers plunged into the bag and drew out a fat brown rat by the tail. The rodent squirmed about, thrashing madly as she held it in the smoke over the flames.

Images of boils, blisters, pustules, and countless other festering wounds flashed through Augras' mind as he pushed out his power. The beast's frantic squeaking was silenced as it finally succumbed to the smoke or heat and dropped it into the fire. The prisoner retched as the scent of burning hair and flesh began to waft through the air. As the rat's carcass was consumed the guards held the soldier over the flames, forcing him to inhale the smoke until he was coughing violently before carrying him to the western flame where they halted again.

"What is this magic? You'll be accursed! Please, stop my Lord, please!" The Sandoran's wail resounded in the night air as Marishka joined him again with another bag. This time she shook the bag out and six fat mosquitos, dulled from the smoke fell onto her outstretched palm. One by one she held them into the flames until the bodies, bloated with blood burst and sizzled into the fire.

This time images of liquid waste and offal flashed through Augras' mind as the prisoner was held above the flames to inhale the smoke again. More power flowed out of him, and the center fire seemed to glow brighter and hotter as his magic took root.

"I have a wife, Renee is her name, and two small children. Please I beg you, don't do this!"

Augras forced himself to look the Sandoran in the eyes as he was carried past to the southern fire. He drowned out the feelings of guilt as he saw the wild desperation on his face, and focused on the task at hand. More lives will be saved this way, even if it costs this one.

At the third fire Marishka pulled out a snake, its scales withered and rotted with disease. It twisted weakly in her grasp as she held it over the fire. As its skin began to slough off the prisoner vomited through the wicker cage and into the fire. Augras focused on the sickness, and pushed the image into his power as he fed it out into the fire.

The prisoner slumped forward as the inhalation of so much smoke began to overtake him. At least his protests have been silenced, Augras thought grimly as the Sandoran was taken to the last fire. By now even his own stomach was beginning to feel unsettled, and he wished for the ritual to end.

Marishka reached into the last sack and pulled out a bat, alert and squirming in her grasp. It screeched into the night, then sank its teeth into the Mincenntti's hand, drawing her dark blood. She let it drip into the fire as she held the bat to the smoke, before finally releasing it to be consumed in the flames.

As she did, Augras pictured an army of men with blood flowing from their noses, their mouths, and their ears while weeping tears of blood. It gathered into a pool, then a pond, and then a lake and drowned them all as the force of his magic flowed from him in a torrent of power.

The four guards carried the prisoner high on the poles, now suspended over the central bonfire. Mercifully, the Sandoran had lost consciousness, but it did not matter. Slowly they lowered him down onto the flames, which licked the clothes from his body, then the skin off his flesh. The fire flared hotter, consuming the man faster, reducing him to ash and smoke. As the body disintegrated, Augras release the breath he hadn't even known he was holding out, and a great wind caught the remains and blew them north east, directly towards the Sandoran camp.