The army of warlord Garam Greybone was rapidly reducing the city-state of Ninevar to ruins. Its wall had been breached in nearly a half dozen places and fires had broken out all over the city. Garam's men raped and ransacked at will - and so did the even more brutal orcish army under the leadership of the wizard Asterar, Garam Greybone's chief ally.
Only one stubborn bastion still held out against the onslaught. The inner fortress which lay at the center of Ninevar. The fortress of King Cuthbert and Queen Elysha, Ninevar's rulers. And so, while the royal family, along with their closest friends and advisors and most elite troops, were holed up in the great Ninevari fortress hoping to weather out a long siege, they left the rest of the city to fend for itself.
The people of Ninevar were on their own.
Now, as Garam Greybone and his second-in-command, Tersiar, strode through the town, they could hear screams - some more distant than others. Tersiar led a slightly rotund, naked man on a leash. The Archbishop of Ninevar was a sad and sorry sight. Though he still wore his amulet of office, Archbishop Hamnis had his hands tied behind his back and a rope looped around his neck as Tersair led the overweight churchman along like a dog.
"Impressive, isn't it?" Tersiar said to the Archbishop, gesturing at the growing carnage and destruction all around them. Garam had always known Tersiar to enjoy kicking a man while he was down, and today was no exception. He sensed a certain particular delight in his lieutenant as he reveled in the once haughty churchman's misfortune. Truth be told, Garam found his second's sentiment more than a little infectious.
"It looks like the orcs haven't wasted any time," Garam agreed. The warlord now pointed at the Ninevari inner fortress in the distance. Already orcs were trundling forward war engines to fell its mighty and seemingly impervious walls. The orcish catapults were built of gnarled wood and iron, and their wheels screeched like creatures out of nightmare as they were rolled into position.
Not only were the orcs industrious when it came to weapon-making, they knew how to use terror itself as a weapon too.
Garam noted something, and a chill ran down even the savage warlord's spine, as he saw what the orcs had done: Each of the catapults' arms were extended all the way back and held in place, ready to be fired. At the end of each arm a large boulder was attached, but that wasn't what curdled the warlord's blood. A naked Ninevari civilian victim was tied to each boulder. Each captive was bent face-down over the boulder, their wrists and ankles tied so that they were forced to bend over that boulder awaiting their fate - to be flung, along with the giant rock, right against the fortress walls.
'What a horrible way to die,' Garam thought grimly. But then again, war was a grim business, wasn't it? And the warlord had already decided he was willing to win at any cost, even if it did mean embracing the horrific methods of his orcish allies and their sadistic wizard.
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A SHORT DISTANCE AWAY...
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Ruric struggled vainly against the ropes that held him fast to the boulder.
"Let her go, you monsters! LET HER GO!!!" He shouted at the top of his lungs for all the good it did him. His sweet daughter, Kalaendra, was naked beside him. She'd been bound to the boulder of the catapult right beside him. Her beautiful, lithe form, naked as the day of her birth, was now bent over and prone beneath the watchful gaze of two vile orcish warriors. Her long, golden hair streamed down her back as one of the two orcs ran his brutish, calloused fingers down her flanks and fondled the smooth globes of her ass.
"Mmmm. I want this one. May I fuck her before we dash her against the walls?"
"Of course, Gomm," said the other. "Hordrak said we will not fire until all of the catapults are in position. Until then, we have our fun. Until then, these Ninevari scum are ours to play with." The orc who had spoken - apparently the two were brothers - was named Gworr.
Gomm nodded with glee at his brother's assurances. "Excellent."
The blonde girl whimpered. Judging by her nubile body, she had only known 18 full cycles of the seasons. Her smooth, vibrant skin shone beneath the setting sun. As an orcish finger probed her pussy with deceptive gentleness, she looked over her shoulder aghast. Gomm's orcish shaft was already fully elongated and saluting her like a deadly weapon. The 12-inch orcish manhood was throbbing with desire and it took no genius to know what the orc planned to do with it.
"You see, my little human toy, what's in store for you? A big orcish cock to make your life complete before we dash you against the walls protecting your puny leaders!" Gomm gloated.
"Please no!" the blonde girl begged. Kalaendra flinched as the orc strode up to the other side of the boulder and glared down at her.
"You will suck this cock and beg for it to fill all your holes before I'm done with you, wench. You will scream your gratitude while my orc bollocks fill your puny Ninevari cunt," he growled.
"Leave her alone, you filthy cowardly beast!" a man's shout interrupted. The girl's father, Ruric, was doing all he could to distract his daughter's tormentors despite the futility of it all. Now Gworr turned and, leaving his brother to enjoy the delicacy of his nubile human female, approached the man.
"Silence, Ninevari worm! You will watch my brother plunge his sword into the girl's soft, warm sheath. You will watch your daughter's tight body get FILLED with orcish cock this day." Then the orc's demeanor seemed to soften in a mere mockery of mercy. "I know, human. You are feeling jealous, aren't you? You want some attention too." He approached even closer now. Leaning down, he grasped Ruric's balls and held them as if poised to squeeze them. Instead, though, he just studied them as if they merited a certain kind of morbid fascination.
"No wonder you humans are so weak," Gworr mused. "Each time we orcs lay with our mates, they give rise to litters of six or more cublings. Our seed is strong. But you - the sperm in these pathetic balls have produced, what, only two daughters in all of your days, human? How... quaint." Gworr chuckled. His gaze slid to his brother Gomm. Unwillingly, the male captive's eyes followed the trace of his gaze as it alighted not only on Gomm's monumental cock but the orcish testicles which hung beneath it like two oversized plums.
"Think of all that orcish sperm which will soon be gushing inside your daughter, sloshing inside her womb, human. Does it make your cock HARD just thinking about it?"
"NOO!!! Burn in hell!" Ruric growled back.
Even now across the way, though, Gomm was presenting the bulbous tip of his meaty shaft to the girl's lips. Kalaendra, with another slight whimper, opened her mouth. She tentatively slid her tongue out to lick the surface of the orc's penis. She lapped at it while looking up at him in fear.
"Kisses and licks are for children and lollipops. Suck!" Gomm ordered. The girl groaned but opened her mouth to let his cock slide into her mouth. She began to gently but fervently suck on the topmost span of his shaft. Her blue eyes were wide with fear but also disbelief, as if the teenage girl could not comprehend that this was happening to her and could not believe that her own father was here to witness her shame.
