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.
Gomm reached his long arm down to the girl's bottom and began to gently finger Kalaendra's cunt while she sucked the tip of his prodigious manhood. The soft sounds of her sucking and the orc's contented groans soon filled the air.
"Look at your daughter's instincts at work. She knows that her only useful purpose in life is to please orcish cock with what breath she has left," Gworr gloated. "See how quickly she learns."
Ruric tried to look away, but the orc's meaty hand slapped him across the face. Gworr twisted the man's head so that he had no choice but to look. Ruric's tortured gaze had no choice but to stare at the sight of his beautiful daughter's face bobbing up and down Gomm's thick orcish dick.
After about a minute, Gworr leaned down even further. His hand left Ruric's balls, slipping upward to grasp the much more modest girth of Ruric's manhood. The father's cock immediately stiffened and sprang to life between the orc's fingertips.
"HA!" the orc roared. "See, I am right. Watching your daughter suck my brother is getting to you. Part of you LIKES what you see."
"Nooo..." Ruric said, through the sob that threatened to choke him as tears gathered in his eyes. "You... you abomination... you'll pay for this. Your heads will be put on pikes. Your black orcish blood will flow and water the earth for what you and your kind have done this day," the man ranted.
Through those tears, Ruric now watched the progression of his sweet Kalaendra's shame. Gomm now had the girl's golden hair bunched up into his fist to keep it out of her face as she bobbed deeper along the length of his shaft, her tongue cradling the underside of that thick orcish cock. Soon its sludge-like sperm would erupt in the girl's mouth and go surging down her throat. Ruric could sense it from the heavier and heavier breathing coming from the orc warrior. Gomm held the girl's hair in an ever tightening fist as her nose bobbed closer and closer to the base of his penis.
She looked so much like her mother right now - the appalling thought snuck into Ruric's head without warning. His wife loved giving oral sex, and Kalaendra was her spitting image. It appalled and saddened Ruric that he could feel a twitch of lust and even now find himself imagining, in his mind's eye, that the cock being sucked was his own and that the beautiful blonde angel pumping her mouth up and down it was his wife instead of his daughter. Mirra was gone... hopefully she'd escaped. Hopefully his wife had found a way out of the city even if the rest of their family was doomed.
"UGH!!! UGHH!!!!" Kalaendra's efforts to breathe were intensifying as the orc forced her head further and further down his awful green spike.
But with shocking abruptness, suddenly Gomm withdrew his cock, which made a popping sound as it slid free of her lips.
SMACK. Gomm's slap startled the girl, leaving her dazed while he berated her.
"Enough. I do not want to come in your pathetic mouth, human. I want to FILL your young pussy and scald your insides with my orcish seed. You almost made me come too soon. Bad, human. Very bad." The slender girl coughed as strings of pre-cum dangled from her bottom lip and chin. Her hair now clung to her scalp in a sweaty and disheveled mess as the orc stepped up behind her, the veins of his cock pulsing with desire and promise.
"I hope you don't mind if we interrupt."
The unfamiliar voice had come from behind the two orcs, and now both green-skinned warriors whirled to face this new threat.
