The Baroness and the Orc Ch. 01

"Thank you," said Emily, and she felt for a moment as if the hug went on too long. Raines' hand rubbed at her back for several seconds, and she could have sworn she inhaled deeply at her hair. The Priestess let her go eventually, though, and Emily left for home.

* * *

It was late. Emily should have been in bed at this hour, but she couldn't sleep. The window hung open, and the perpetual dark clouds overhead made night pitch black. Once upon a time, before she was born, something called the moon came out at night, and shined a gentle silver over the nighttime world. Ever since the Ripping, the only light at night was man-made.

Emily had bathed, and now stood naked in front of the tall mirror in her room. Soft candlelight flickered against her bare skin. She admired herself for a moment from head to toe, taking in her black hair, her small, petite body, her troublesomely large breasts that hung down to her belly. Her fingers ran down her flesh, feeling goosebumps, gently touching her breasts, lifting them and letting go. She teased her brown nipples gently, making them stiffen in the cool air. She had shaved her pubic hair, and her clitoris was erect and visible with arousal.

Only whores and noblewomen shave below the neck, was the old saying. As far as Emily could tell, it was true. The top and bottom of society shared a similar grooming practice.

But after tomorrow, she thought, we'll all be one class.

She picked up the piece of wood, and sank to her knees on the soft carpet in front of the mirror. The carved wood was supposedly an accurate recreation of an orc penis. Comparing with Sir Gladahan's drawings and notes, it seemed fairly accurate. About a foot long, it was too thick for Emily to wrap one hand around, so she held it with both, considering the mushroom head at the top. There was a flared base at the bottom, and the whole thing was exceptionally smooth to the touch.

Emily lifted the member upward so it hung in front of her face, and she imagined a real orc stood in front of her. She closed her eyes, wrapping her lips around the end of the cock, taking the wood into her mouth. Her jaw stretched wide, and she could envelop the whole head, but it was impossible to get much more than that in her mouth. It dwarfed sweet Matthew's very human penis.

Emily gently bobbed her head forward and back, wishing the cock was warm and had the gentle give and taste of flesh instead of wood. Her lips slurped off it, kissing and sucking along the underside of the penis, getting the entire thing slick with her saliva.

When she was done, she slowly dragged the tip down her body, between her breasts, down the middle of her flat stomach, and across her sensitive clitoris. She placed the flared base onto the carpet, the penis pointing straight upward, and positioned her vagina over it.

It was always a shock feeling it enter her when it had been a while. Back when she had first bought the toy, she had tried straight away, and sorely regretted it. It had hurt immensely, and she had thought for a moment she'd damaged herself. After that, she learned to take things slowly, to ease her body into the girth over a period of time.

Only about half of the orc cock could fit inside her. As small as Emily was, her vaginal cavity could only be so deep. It simply wasn't viable to take the entire foot of wood into her.

But of course, orcs prefer sodomy, she thought, looking at herself in the mirror as she straddled the penis.

Now thoroughly aroused, Emily pulled the cock out of her pussy, the wood glistening with wetness in the soft candlelight. She leaned forward, and simulated what it would be like to be mounted by an orc. Sideways so that she could still look at herself in the mirror, she placed one side of her face onto the carpet, arched her back inward, and presented her small ass upward. With one hand, she brought the penis behind her, and pressed the head against her anus.

It always took a bit to get it in. She wondered if a real orc would be so patient. She relaxed, wiggling the head back and forth, and gasped loudly as it sank right in, her sphincter clamping over the head.

As much of a shock it was to feel the toy inside her vagina, it was an even greater sensation to feel it enter her ass. It was just so thick. It spread her asshole beyond what was natural, and filled her rectum. Slowly, inch by inch, she pushed, sliding the toy deeper into her body.

It always got a bit tricky about halfway in. She had to wiggle a little, and move the phallus about, due to the natural twists of the rectum. But once she slipped past an interior sphincter, it slid right in without a problem. It felt truly amazing to have all twelve inches lodged completely up her asshole, the flared base at the bottom keeping it from disappearing inside her.

Emily watched herself in the mirror as she slowly pulled the cock out about halfway, then smoothly pressed it back in, over and over. She liked how she could see her sphincter sort of grip onto the shaft as she pulled outward, as if her asshole didn't want to let go. She imagined a real orc knelt behind her, grasping her hips, taking control of her small body, mounting her with her real, throbbing, warm penis.

I wonder if I'll be claimed right away by an orc, she thought. Or if I'll stay a communal thrall for a time.

According to Sir Gladahan, new thralls were first considered communal property. They were usually chained up or kept in a large, open social area of the orc meadhall for anyone to use. It was only after an amount of time when a single orc might choose to claim ownership of the thrall. Emily liked that. They didn't take and throw away without a care. The orcs put thought into owning a human. They had to feed it and care for it, after all. It was much like when humans took on a pet hound or horse. It was a responsibility.

I wonder what kind of orc will own me, thought Emily, increasing the speed of her pumping. Will she be a sire, or a matriarch? A large, powerful orc, or one of the sleeker ones? Will she know the common tongue, or only talk orcish? Will she be a gentle, caring mistress, or a harsh, demanding one?

There were so many possibilities. Emily had already promised herself she would be happy with whatever kind of orc claimed her. It wasn't her choice. Whatever orc awaited her was her fate, and she would accept it.

She was pounding her ass now, her breasts pooling on the carpet and gently wobbling with the movement, her whimpers escaping the room through the open window. One hand reached down between her thighs, and her fingers rubbed against her clitoris. That was enough to bring her to an orgasm, and her pumping hand faltered, her rectal muscles squeezing extremely tight around the hard wood lodged in her ass as her body was wracked with waves of orgasmic pleasure.

Finally, her climax passed, and she collapsed to the ground. Her ass felt more sensitive now, and she slowly pulled out the wooden cock with a wince. Her asshole hung loose and open, and when she clenched her rectal muscles it didn't quite close all the way.

"I'm ready," she whispered to herself, admiring her spent body as she lay on her side. "I'm ready to be ravaged by orcs for real."

* * *

Emily pulled her hood up and held the front of her cloak close together. The courtyard was empty, and so she dashed out into the night, her footsteps soft on the cobblestone.

The day had been an ordinary one. She was happy that's how it went. She managed the barony as usual, with Charlotte following her about. Matthew shared a lovely lunch with her, and Hannah had talked about all the latest gossip in the castle. Emily had attended Priestess Raines service, and then had dinner with her mother.

It was a good day.

And there would never be another day like it after tonight.

She had put care into how she dressed. Sturdy boots to get around in with ease. Skirts with slits in the sides, with no underwear underneath. She wanted to be ready and available in case an orc wanted to claim her. A snug corset made her small body look even smaller, and a low cut blouse with lacing crisscrossing her plunging cleavage made her look enticing. And of course there was the cloak to hide her identity while she traversed her sleepy town.

The final detail of her ensemble was her pendant. It wasn't the upward pointing triangle of Etana's Heavenbound worshiper. It was the horned fetish of the Goddess Atrix, sitting safe against her cleavage under her cloak.

Emily passed the Drunken Ox and heard the merrymaking of the day shift guards. The tavern seemed to live up to its name. They sounded right drunk, and a good many of them were no doubt spending some time with the local whores as well. In fact, as she passed, she looked up to see an open window, and a naked prostitute halfway hanging out of it, gripping the edge of the window, getting fucked from behind, her tits bouncing in the night air. It would be the last woman that man ever fucked.

Night shift would still be sound asleep at the moment. None of the town's fighting men would put up much of a resistance.

Emily made her way to the main gate, and stood in the shadows, waiting. An owl's whistle came from across the street, and Emily stepped into the firelight. Three men appeared, wearing cloaks and hoods. Orc cultists.

"My lady," said one of them. "Thank you for coming."

"Of course," said Emily. "Praise Atrix."

"Praise Atrix," the others intoned at the same time, lifting their Atrix necklaces aloft for a brief moment. "The orcs are camped just outside town. We have the crossbeam removed, but the gates are still locked."

"Here." Emily produced the key to the gates, and the three men went to work quietly opening them up. "Half the guards are drunk at the tavern, the others are sleeping. The time is now. Inform the orcs. Give them the locations of the guard towers and the Drunken Ox to strike first."

"Of course, Baroness Lawford." Their leader stopped and inclined his head. "And if I may say so, it's an honor. Embracing the orc cult is the best thing you could have done for this town, my lady. We're one step closer to humanity falling to the orc. Praise Atrix."

"Praise Atrix."

And just like that, they were off.

It's done. There's no going back. There's no running. It's finally, actually done.

Emily drifted her way back to the castle, and it felt like she was in a dream. She was strangely calm, although her body vibrated with a sort of energy. It was going to happen, and there was nothing she could do about it now.

She was solemn, as well. Many people would die tonight. People she cared about. She would never marry her love, Matthew. Priestess Raines would probably be killed. Charlotte might die fighting. Her mother...well...

It can't be helped, thought Emily. This is for the best. This is the only way.

Silently, she entered the castle via its secret side entrance to avoid the guards, and climbed its stairs. She thought about going back to her room, but Charlotte slept nearby, and she didn't want to be near her during the attack. She didn't want Charlotte to see it happen for the first time.

So Emily went to the library. It was near her room, quiet and empty, and afforded her a good view of the town. She sat in a chair by a window, and watched as the sacking of her town took place.

It began faster than she thought, and also quieter than she thought. For some reason she expected explosions, fire, running and screaming. But it started with movement up on the walls, and torches being put out. Emily squinted her eyes as the lights in the night watch tower blinked away, and she could have sworn she heard screams coming from it.

Orcs were on the wall right there, slaughtering her soldiers in their sleep. She could scarcely believe it.

Her eyes then moved to the Drunken Ox, and that's when things began to grow even more exciting. The lights in the windows didn't just fizzle out, but fluttered and shook and spilled over. She heard shouts and sounds of fighting coming from the building, and then a bell. Not the giant guard bells that hung in the wall towers, but just a smaller, local bell.

Activity began to increase in the courtyard below, flowing out into town. Emily heard men shouting at each other.

"An attack!" one said, guiding soldiers from the castle.

"But where's the signal torch?" another said. "And the alarm bell?"

"Don't bring the entire castle regiment! Leave some here, while I take a few men. The streets sound afoot with violence."

Lanterns in homes began to flicker on, and the town slowly came alive. People walked out of their houses, and then went running. Emily leaned forward in her seat, eager to see what they saw.

Just submit, you fools, she thought, clenching her fists. Surrender to them and they won't hurt you.

Emily heard the thumping of feet all around her in the castle as it woke up, and she wondered if Charlotte would find her there in the library. She hoped not. She wanted to be alone for this.

The fighting went on for several minutes, and Emily barely breathed the whole time. After a while, she began to see large figures pressing into the castle courtyard.

It's them!

She gripped the window's edge, leaning forward, squinting her eyes as she tried to make out the figures. They were enveloped in darkness, and she couldn't discern any details.

They were orcs, though, she knew.

They're giant, she thought. Bigger than I expected.

Sir Gladahan may have been correct in his measurements, but it was one thing to read numbers in a book, it was another see seven foot tall figures built thick with muscle running toward the castle.

Emily stood up and began pacing, her heart racing. Her mouth went suddenly dry, and she could hardly swallow. What do I do? she thought, her mind jumping from one thing to another. She had planned everything so well, so perfect, and now that it was happening she felt like she had missed something, like she was lost.

She looked down at herself and realized she was still wearing her cloak, so she threw it off and to the floor. She smoothed over her skirts and blouse, straightening her Atrix pendant, wanting to look presentable. She evened out her cleavage, pressing her breasts together and fixing her blouse.

The door to the library burst open and Emily nearly jumped out the window right then and there.

It was just a random guard. Thomas was his name. Emily didn't know him very well, but she knew the names of all of her house's men-at-arms. He was panting and sweating and he had drawn his sword, although it wasn't bloodied yet. "Orcs!" he shouted, looking around frantically as if he could do something. "Orcs are attacking the city, my lady! You have to run, they're already in the castle and killing soldiers."

He grabbed a nearby table and began pushing it in front of the door he'd just come from, barricading the room.

"Throw down your sword and surrender," said Emily breathlessly. "They'll leave you be if you submit to them."

"They're slaughtering everyone!" he shouted just as the door exploded.

Emily stood transfixed. For the first time in her life, she laid eyes on a real orc.

The magnificent creature was indeed seven feet tall, and built with muscles larger than any she'd seen on a man. Her shoulders broad, her hips and thighs enormous, her stomach bared and rippling with green-skinned muscle. She wore a belt around her hips and leather skirts in front and behind, with gaps at the sides to allow easy movement of the legs. A small leather top held together with two buckles kept her large breasts still against her chest. Her green skin was adorned with either warpaint or tattoos. She'd been splattered with blood here and there. Human blood.

The orc's immense biceps flexed as she held two large swords aloft, one in each hand, the both of them bloodied. Emily couldn't even get a good look at her face, or the details of her wild and voluminous hair before she began twirling like a living tornado.

Thomas never stood a chance. He didn't drop his sword, he didn't fall to his knees. The brave, poor fool actually tried to fight the orc. His sword arm was lopped off in one motion, and in the next, his entire body just seemed to crumple under the force of the orc's twin swords crashing into him. His mangled corpse went flying across the room and into a bookshelf.

Emily watched frozen, unable to move or think, her eyes wide and round.

The orc spun on her, pausing for half a moment as she lifted her swords in the air. Emily immediately snapped into motion, grabbing her Atrix pendant and lifting it up. She sank to her knees, looking down and avoiding the eyes of the orc, and spoke:

"Praise Atrix!"

The orc stopped, and slowly lowered her weapons. Emily flinched as they clattered to the ground, and she lifted her eyes to see the orc twisting her skirts so the open part faced forward, revealing an enormous, green, hanging penis, with big testicles behind it.

It's happening, thought Emily. Perhaps she'll claim me as her thrall. So soon, I didn't think it would happen this quickly!

The panting orc stepped close, her shoulders heaving as she breathed, blood dripping onto the rug. Emily's eyes widened as the cock twitched and bounced about on its own, and it seemed to grow thick. Raised veins appeared along its length, and what looked like semen leaked out the head in large amounts, pitter pattering onto the rug, so much that Emily at first thought the orc was having an orgasm.

It's just pre-cum though, she realized. They make much of it, Sir Gladahan wrote. Just their pre-cum alone is comparable to a human man's entire ejaculation.

She was afraid of meeting the orc's eyes. But she could hear her sniffing, leaning down some, as if smelling Emily.

"My name is Baroness Emily Lawford," she said. "I'm the ruler of this town, and I'm the one who--"

The next instant, a large, clawed, powerful hand gripped Emily's hair and pressed her violently down against the rug. Emily's hands lay against the floor, her knees raw at the carpet, her mind going blank as she was moved so easily. She felt her skirts flipped over her ass, and the orc moved behind her in a mounting position.

"I can be your thrall!" gasped Emily, speaking before she could put any thought into it. Everything was happening so fast, and she only wanted the orc to know that Emily was eager to be claimed. She was willing. "I can be--hrgh!"

The orc rammed her entire cock up Emily's ass in one motion. All twelve inches of it, bottoming out, her crotch pressing firmly against Emily's meager buttocks.

Emily gritted her teeth and groaned like an animal being devoured while still alive. Her body instinctively squirmed forward, but the orc gripped her tighter by the hair and the neck, reacting like a python snake doubling down on squirming prey.

The orc's pre-cum provided plenty of lubrication, making her length of penis slippery before entering Emily, but still, Emily wasn't prepared at all for penetration like that. She had expected it to go slower. The orc then began to fuck her, pulling upward and slamming back down without pause or consideration.

Emily realized there were tears in her eyes, and she couldn't stop gritting her teeth, and drool was easing out her grimacing mouth as she stared a thousand miles away.

Why didn't I prepare myself for this? she thought. With my wooden phallus. The size was right, but I was always so gentle on myself. I eased it inside of my ass slowly every time. I fucked myself slow and smooth, like a lover would. Like Matthew makes love to me. Why didn't I realize the orcs wouldn't treat me like that? I could have prepared...