The Baroness and the Orc Ch. 04

After the feast, when everyone went to bed, Charlotte didn't go back to her place in the chains. She slept with Ohrgza at her pallet by the wall near Ashra and Shalla.

Lady Charlotte. Once a proud bodyguard and knight. Now a claimed thrall.

* * *

Emily was awoken late at night before dawn, when the feast had ended and everyone was asleep. Hannah, her lady-in-waiting, desperately shook her.

"Emily! Wake up! Hurry!"

She whispered harshly, kneeling stark naked, looking a complete mess. Emily hadn't been keeping in contact with her, knowing that her lifelong friend hadn't been acclimating well to the change.

"What is it?" mumbled Emily, stirring awake. "What's happening?" She just then noticed that other humans were nearby, and they were gently pulling her row's main chain, sliding it out of the loops at the ends of everyone's chain leashes.

"One of the men at the end of this row has managed to break the end of the chain," whispered Hannah. "We're pulling it out of our leashes. Everyone in this row is free, Emily. Come on, quickly. The guards are all asleep at this hour."

Hannah pulled Emily up, and she stumbled, still getting her bearings. There were about a dozen freed humans, everyone who had shared her main chain row, standing in a close group. "Wait...what?"

"We can make a run for it," said Hannah. "We can get past the walls, and risk the wilds. We can make it back to the city, Emily, to Brightmont. We can actually get out of this nightmare!"

Emily went along with her as she pulled, the whole group silently moving past the sleeping humans still chained to other rows. "We can't free everyone," whispered Hannah. "We'll have to send help for them later. Come on."

They were already at the main door to the great hall, and Emily could see down the hallway beyond. She hadn't seen that sight in what felt like weeks.

How long has it been? she thought. I've lost all track of time.

Emily paused, bringing Hannah to a halt with her. "What's wrong?" her friend said.

"I..." said Emily, thinking. She had two options at this point. She could go with Hannah and the others, and leave this new life behind. She imagined herself back at the city, wearing clothes again, a noblewoman's dress. Her skin clean and fair. Her hair made. Her breasts held up and supported. She imagined the food available there, something other than the gruel she ate every night. The normal life of nobility and all its comforts. Fine parties and drinks and polite conversation.

Her other option was to go back to her place on the floor, and lay back down as if nothing had ever happened.

"I'm sorry, Hannah," she said, her eyes watery. "I can't go with you."

"What?" Hannah looked at her as if she was a madwoman. "What do you mean? Are you afraid of the wild? We have a better chance there than living through the nightmare here. Come along, Emily."

"No." Emily shook her head. "I want to stay here. I can't go back to my life before. This is my life now."

"I can't argue with you," said Hannah, furious now. "We'll be caught. Stay here if you've lost your mind. I'll send help for you. I'll free you and everyone else."

And just like that, Emily stood alone at the entrance to the great hall.

She padded her way back to her position, careful not to wake anyone else. Tears filled her eyes, streaming down her cheeks. Her heart ached.

Of course, I don't only have two options, she thought. Go with them, or stay and pretend nothing happened. But that's not all there is. I have a third option.

And I'm going to take that third option. There's no way I couldn't.

I am an orc worshiper, and all that entails.

There were several orcs she could have chosen. They slept soundly, and it would have been nothing to pick any one of them and wake them. She could have woken up Shalla as she held Matthew. Or Ohrgza sleeping next to Charlotte. Or any number of random orcs resting about the hall.

But her feet carried her to one orc in particular.

Charlotte and Ohrgza slept to the left, Matthew and Shalla slept to the right. And there, alone, slept Ashra. She looked peaceful and beautiful, her usually scowling face at rest. Her single exposed breast lay in a big mound on her chest, the nipple taut in the open air.

Emily knelt beside her, placing her hands on her bicep, and gently shook her. "Ashra..." The orc was a heavy sleeper, and Emily shook harder, amazed at what she could sleep through.

The orc eventually snapped awake, anger in her yellow eyes glaring at Emily, the cat pupils expanding to big circles in the dark. "Baroness. What are you doing out of your chains?"

"My row has escaped," said Emily, pointing to the empty chain. "They just left."

Ashra cursed in orcish and shot up, grabbing her massive greatsword. She paused, and pointed at Emily. "Get back to your position and reattach your leash."

With that, Ashra shot off out the great hall.

Emily looked down at her shaking hands, her breath quivering. Her heart raced, and her eyes blinked out another tear. Slowly, she drifted back to her place. It was emptier now around her. Not so many communal thralls as before. Even though she couldn't properly secure the broken chain, she placed her leash back on it and lay down.

She knew the gravity of what she had just done. The weight of it. The seriousness of it.

She could have escaped with her lifelong friend.

She could have ignored them and pretended nothing happened.

Instead, she sounded the alarm.

She had given them a death sentence.

A few orcs and people had woken up, but it was still mostly dark and sleepy. Nobody else really knew what was happening, and many fell back asleep.

Several minutes went by. Emily lay in a fetal position, her eyes seeing nothing, her skin vibrating with a strange aura.

Perhaps nothing will happen, she thought. Perhaps they will escape, and nothing will come of this.

She thought to years back, when she had first met Hannah.

"I'm Hannah," she had said. "What's your name?"

"Emily." She had been nervous back then.

"Hi Emily. I'm to be your lady-in-waiting." She had taken Emily's arm and hooked her own into it, a big smile on her face. "That means we're going to be best of friends forever. Isn't that brilliant?"

Emily had relaxed, and began laughing. "Yes." And then Hannah had laughed, and they had walked arm in arm like that for nearly the rest of the day.

Emily jumped as a door banged against the wall. She turned to see Ashra stomping in with a furious gait. For a moment, Emily had flashbacks to the initial attack. Ashra's energy reminded her of those frenzied orcs, all caught up in violent blood lust.

Her feet heavily fell on stone, and she held her greatsword in one hand to the side. Emily stopped breathing when she realized the sword had blood on it. Not only that, but blood had splattered Ashra all over. Her arms, chest, some on her face.

Emily didn't need an explanation.

She snapped into movement when she realized Ashra was angrily stomping her way toward her. She scrambled up to her knees, and lifted her chin. Ashra stopped in front of her, sword at her side, her broad shoulders rising and lowering heavily with labored breathing.

"I'm ready," said Emily, her voice surprisingly steady.

Instead of swinging the sword, Ashra flung it to the floor. She quickly undid her buckle and her leather skirts followed the sword. Her big cock hung hard and thick, prominent veins running up and down its throbbing length, copious amounts of pre-cum dripping onto the stone. Her testicles were enormous, hanging far down her thighs.

Emily exhaled a shaking breath, her eyes resting on Ashra's genitals.

Thrella the champion of the tribe may have been the biggest orc she had ever seen. But Ashra had the biggest cock and balls she had ever seen.

Emily quickly scrambled again, turning around and dropping to all fours, placing her face on the floor and her ass in the air. She presented herself.

Ashra mounted her. It was quick, messy, angry. It was a frenzy mounting. A berserker mounting, done after bloodying a sword in battle. Like the mass fucking that had occurred after the initial attack. Ashra grabbed Emily by the hair and neck, pushing painfully downward, and forced her cock between her butt cheeks.

"Hnngh..." grunted Emily, her sphincter spread open further than it had been before. She gritted her teeth, tears falling from her eyes, as inch after inch of the biggest orc cock in the tribe pushed its way up her rectum and into her colon.

Her body had always been just able to take orc cocks in general. They maxed out anal penetration for her, lodged up to the top of her descending colon, all twelve inches of meat snugly and perfectly fitting inside her. But Ashra's cock had a few inches on the other orc cocks. With realization, terror flooded Emily. She had just been ready to have her throat cut by the orc's sword, but being skewered seemed a worse way to go.

Ashra pushed twelve inches inside of her. And then another inch. Emily whimpered as she felt the head deep inside her body push up against the top of her colon. There simply wasn't anywhere else for the member to go. It stretched out her colon, pushing upward painfully against the organs situated above her intestines. She didn't know what. Her pancreas, stomach, or liver maybe. The tip of the orc penis prodded them, throbbing with pain.

Emily instinctively tried to squirm forward. Ashra increased the strength of her grip, pinning her down hard so it was impossible to move. And then she bit her.

Emily gasped, freezing. She felt tusks and canines pierce into her shoulder from behind, tongue pressing against her skin.

And then Ashra forced in the last couple inches.

"Goddess!" cried out Emily, expecting her insides to finally give and split.

But they didn't. Her organs were prodded and punched with the penis, but her colon wall stayed strong, even as Ashra pulled up and then violently slammed back down into her.

Emily fought to breathe, and felt the hand at her skull, squeezing, the claws raking at her forehead and drawing blood. The hand around her neck squeezed, choking her, the claws piercing her skin and drawing more blood.

She was sodomized, choked, bitten and clawed, feeling herself bleeding. And it was all done by the orc who had just slaughtered her best friend, along with a dozen others.

She's going to kill me, she thought.

Emily went perfectly still, her legs and arms slack, her eyes staring off into the distance. Gurgling noises came from her throat as Ashra tensed above her, her twitching cock squirting spurt after spurt of seed into her guts.

Emily convulsed and frothed as an orgasm overwhelmed her. Her pussy exploded with feminine ejaculate against the stone floor. Tears flowed freely from her eyes.

And then Ashra relaxed, panting heavily. Her mouth dislodged from Emily's shoulder, and her hands released her head and neck. She stood up, cock slipping out of Emily's body with a loud sloshing sound, and Emily simply lay there breathing, her muscles completely still.

She marveled that she was still alive. She felt completely spent. As if her body had served its ultimate purpose, and now was simply lying there ravaged and used up, now worthless.

With effort, she turned her eyes sideways to see Ashra standing above her, breathing heavily, cock hanging down and dripping. Her body was so powerful, so full of muscle and beauty both. Her single exposed breast hung at her chest. Blood was at her mouth and hands.

You're a goddess, thought Emily. You're perfect. I would die for you.

Ashra knelt down. Both hands took hold of the metal collar around Emily's throat and she began to pull, her muscles bulging and expanding until the metal snapped into pieces. Emily felt those powerful arms reach underneath her and pick her up. She rested her head against Ashra's chest.

Emily felt cold and light. Her eyes fluttered, she grew dizzy, and everything went black.

* * *

When she woke up, the world was quiet. She lay on her belly on something warm and soft. Flesh. A pillow was at the side of her face. A large breast.

Emily stirred, lifting her head to see she was now lying on top of Ashra at her place along the wall. Ashra's yellow cat eyes met her own, brushing her hair from her face.

"Ashra..." whispered Emily.

"My thrall," Ashra whispered back.

Emily smiled, and a warm, loving sensation fell over her. It could only be described as spiritual. It was more potent than anything she'd ever felt in her worship of Etana.

It was Ashra, she thought. Ashra was the orc who chose me. Ashra ended up being my fate all along.

She shifted a bit, and winced, her body in pain. She was aware of the flesh wounds at her shoulder from the bite, and at her neck and face from Ashra's claws. Her insides were also sore, and her sphincter felt numb.

"Careful," said Ashra, holding Emily. "I almost killed you. You have injuries."

"Why didn't you?" asked Emily.

"You wanted to die?"

"If it was by your hand, then yes. If it was what you wanted."

"I didn't want it, though. I only did what was my nature." Ashra went quiet at that, thought behind her eyes. "Why did you do it?"

"What do you mean?"

"Alert me that the humans had escaped. You could have ignored them. You could have stayed in your place and pretended you knew nothing. Nobody would have ever known or blamed you. Instead you alerted me."

Emily thought it over.

Ashra continued on. "Because I know you know the truth. I know you know the teachings of Atrix. There is no afterlife for humans. No matter what you do, no matter how well you serve the Goddess or the orcs, you will never get into orc heaven. So why go so far beyond what is asked of you?"

Emily reached up and touched Ashra's sturdy jaw, her fingers running along the warm orc's green skin. "Because it was the right thing to do. Those people belonged to the tribe, not to themselves. Just as I do."

"Did you know any of them?"

"I was the lady of this castle. They were mostly servants, so I knew them all."

"But personally, I mean."

"Yes. I knew Hannah. She was my lady-in-waiting. A lifelong friend."

"Does it not pain you to know her fate?"

"It does pain me, yes. It hurts. And yet it makes me happy as well. Hannah was a human. It wasn't her place to be free. The only place for humanity in the orc's world is in death or thralldom. She chose death."

Ashra went quiet at that. She brushed Emily's hair from her face again, and ran a finger along her skin, looking down at her.

"You...surprise me, Baroness," said the orc.

"I love you, Ashra." She didn't know why she said it. She just knew it was true.

"That can't be."

"Can't a human be in love with an orc?"

"No. Humans are incapable of love. It's a divine trait only orcs can experience."

"Then I feel whatever is closest to love in my heart for you. Like a dog who worships her master. My body, my mind, my life all belong to you. I give myself to you completely."

They kissed, deep and passionately. Ashra's tongue came out, pushing inside Emily's mouth, filling it, and Emily sucked on it. She panted as the tongue flopped out her mouth and licked up her face, her eyes closing in pleasure.

Emily's hands pushed Ashra's half shirt down, exposing her other breast. She kissed her way down to them, sucking on them, the nipples nearly filling her whole mouth. Ashra's cock came alive below.

Emily kissed her way down the orc's muscled body, worshiping her ripped stomach, sucking and tasting her skin, until she got to her cock. She sucked it off with eagerness, thinking back to all the orc cocks she had pleasured over the past weeks. This one was even bigger, and Emily could only fit a part of the head in her mouth.

Ashra seemed to approve, though. She leaned her head back, one hand holding the back of Emily's head, and she softly groaned. "Oh, fuck..." she whispered, her hips gently bucking upward.

Emily took hold of Ashra's balls. She had never touched the testicles of an orc before, simply out of a fear that they'd get offended. But Ashra seemed to enjoy it. Emily held them and massaged then, giving them gentle squeezes before turning her attention back to the penis' shaft, her fingers trying to wrap around its girth.

The penis violently jumped in her hands, and she choked on the first shot of semen. She managed to catch up, though, and dutifully swallowed down every spurt, her belly getting full and satisfied as the half-minute of heavy ejaculation took place in her mouth.

Emily exhaled when the orgasm passed, pulling away from the cock. She burped, and felt quite full.

They shared a look, and then Emily fell forward, nuzzling her face into Ashra's neck. Ashra held her like that for a long while, and together, they eventually fell asleep.

* * *

Emily walked alongside Ashra as they made their way through the town of Grimsfield. She hadn't seen it since the attack. For the most part, it was the same old Grimsfield, only with some damage to structures here or there, and of course there were far more orcs and far less humans.

Ashra gave Emily simple shoes and a long coat to wear that could provide protection from the elements, although she was still naked underneath. It felt strange to wear clothing again.

She winced while walking down some steps. Her injuries from her first mounting with Ashra were still fresh.

"Are you okay?" asked Ashra.

"Yes. Just still a bit sore."

"You will heal soon. You will get used to it."

Emily shivered, taking her words as a promise that she could expect another intense mounting like that in the future.

"The town is mostly under order now," said Ashra conversationally as they walked the streets. "Most of the warrior humans were killed during the attack. The elderly citizens were put down later. Most households now have an orc living there, and every human you see walking freely is a thrall. There are some communal thralls still chained down by the markets. Transition of ownership for most businesses has gone smoothly. Those humans with skills are still able to put them to use to make their living, with the income they make now going to their owner instead of themselves."

"So organized," said Emily, wonder on her face as they passed a town working in perfect harmony. The few humans she saw weren't gnashing their teeth or crying out for help. They seemed to be working alongside their new owners as if that's how it had always been. "There are plenty of humans that think orcs just conquer a town and burn it to the ground, you know. If they could only see this."

"A town like this is a great boon to an orc tribe," said Ashra. "We shall prosper here. And look there. The tavern is up and functioning, and has been a great success." They passed by what used to be the Drunken Ox. Emily was a bit taken aback to see a naked orc lounging up on a balcony, advertising herself. She made eye contact with her, and the orc smiled and playfully waved.

Ashra must have noticed Emily's confusion. "We have whores too," she explained. "Human ass may be in great abundance, but matriarchs are much less likely to give up their cunts. So when an orc wants some honest mating, a good prostitute is always there." Ashra glanced down at Emily, arching one of her black eyebrows. "Maybe we'll visit one night."

They passed the Church of Etana, and it had been greatly vandalized, its statues ripped down, effigies of Atrix put in their places.

"The Church has been converted to a shrine of Atrix, of course," explained Ashra. "There was some resistance from the humans at that, but it's passed."

Something near the shrine caught Emily's attention. A pyre was on fire, and it looked as if an orc body was on it.