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Garam drew the Archbishop back and pulled him along. "Come, we have lingered here long enough," he said to his second. Tersiar nodded.
'I did what I could,' Garam thought. 'At least the girl will know some pleasure before she goes.'
"Wait, my lord." Tersiar very seldom voiced anything against his warlord's wishes, so when he spoke up, Garam Greybone listened. "Look, Sir."
Tersiar, Hamnis the Archbishop, and Garam all now fixed their gaze on an approaching band of orcs. The motley group looked positively exultant. They were in various states of undress - mostly naked - and one of them even carried a female captive slung over his shoulder. There had to be at least 50, maybe closer to 100 orc warriors in the teeming throng that now streamed toward the two catapults.
'This should be interesting,' Garam thought. Sure enough, he watched as the orcish mob approached the catapults. Their blood was clearly up, and they were looking for fresh victims.
"What you doing!?" shouted the orc at the head of the throng. The two orc brothers Gomm and Gworr looked over their shoulders with undisguised irritation. Gomm was plunging his orcish shaft deep inside the willowy young blonde, Kalaendra, as she lay bent over, tied to the massive boulder which would soon be launched toward the Ninevari fortress. Meanwhile, her father Ruric was bent over and tied to the boulder of the catapult beside her. Gworr gave him no quarter, his cock pummeling his ass like a battering ram.
Both father and daughter were anything but quiet. Ruric's groans sailed through the air even as Kalaendra's lust-laced moans provided a softer undercurrent.
"Hurry up and finish cumming in them. We want a turn!" one of the lead orcish warriors shouted. More took up the call. To the warlord's surprise, though, instead of sheer pandemonium deteriorating into violence, as would have been typical for orcs, they managed to form up two lines to await their turns. All the while, though, they jostled at each other and shouted for the two orc brothers enjoying their dual rapes to hasten themselves to climax.
"It appears that that father-daughter duo will have much more to endure before they meet their merciful end," Tersiar said with amusement. Garam glanced at his second-in-command. The man was brutal, almost orc-level brutal. Then again, Garam reminded himself that that was a major reason he kept the man around: his loyalty, his diabolical mind, and his savagery. There were times when even Garam didn't have the stomach to do certain things. In those times, Tersiar was the devil on his shoulder who urged what was required. It was Tersiar who had had the idea to ally with Asterar and his orcs.
"I can see that," Garam said drily. "And it appears the girl will take the brunt of it." As expected, the line which had formed behind the girl was much longer than the one behind her father. Garam estimated a dozen or so orcs lined up behind Ruric while all the rest stood in line behind Kalaendra.
There was one exception though. One orc didn't feel the need to wait in line and decided that the female captive slung over his shoulder should help participate in the festivities. Misshapen-looking even for an orc, the brute, who stood at least 7 feet tall and was missing an ear, began to carry his naked female toward the front of the line behind Ruric.
The warlord stared at the woman. Was she even alive? At first, it was hard to tell. Even from his obstructed view, though, he could tell that she was beautiful. The woman was curvy, with full breasts and long, wavy golden hair. Her pussy and ass were leaking considerable amounts of orcish jism. Clearly many, if not all of the orcs in the throng of 50-1oo strong had already taken a piece of her.
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Mirra opened her eyes blearily. She could hear the raucous shouts of the orcs all around her. In that way, little had changed. She remembered running, trying to escape the city, her heart pounding as other Ninevari citizens were running and screaming all around her. She'd been separated from her family, from her loving husband Ruric and her sweet daughters, Kalaendra and Naedra. She'd woken up to a nightmare, to an endless parade of orcish cocks. She'd let them use her, degrade her, succumbed to the sensations of her own body, if only to survive. And now... now, as she awoke again, she realized that the one-eared orc who called himself Jarshok had taken her to a new level of hell.
"Wake up, slut! I have a task for you. While I wait in line to fuck this male, I want you to entertain my brothers here. Suck the male's balls and jerk his shaft for us." He plopped her onto her knees beside the boulder where Gworr was still slamming his manhood deep inside Ruric's ass. Mirra's eyes widened as she recognized her husband. He didn't see her, thankfully. He couldn't. His eyes were squeezed shut as he groaned and tried not to think about his 18-year-old daughter being raped beside him.
Mirra recognized the sound of that other voice just then too. She turned just in time to see her beloved Kalaendra. Her sweet youngest girl was moaning like a whore. The orc railing her from behind had her flaxen hair bunched up in his fist while he had her bent over the rock. He grunted as he fucked her, his potent orc bollocks tapping against the backs of the girl's smooth thighs. Kalaendra's distant gaze remained unseeing, lost in a haze of shame-corrupted pleasure.
'No... no! This can't be... please no!' was all Mirra could think.
She didn't have time to grieve though. She knew how cruel and vicious these orcs could be. She'd experienced it firsthand. Without even thinking now, she shuffled forward. The positioning was beyond awkward with Ruric bent over the boulder, his wrists and ankles tied in a matrix of rope to the giant rock. She managed to slip her head underneath, though, and began lapping at her husband's testicles. At the same time, her hand slipped beneath his belly and skimmed further downward, finding the warm and throbbing flesh of his erection. With a frisson of shock, she realized that her husband's shaft was hard. She didn't have time to be appalled or wonder at the depravity that signified. She didn't have time to ponder how those primal masculine and sexual urges had come to the fore even in her kind, dutiful, and loving husband.
She began to stroke it. She began to stroke his cock while sucking tenderly on his balls. And all the while, she could feel the impact each time Gworr's cock slammed into her husband's anal crevice, the way her husband shuddered with each thrust. She could see, up close, that massive green shaft plunging into her husband's ass, its length coated with traces of pre-cum and blood.
'I can't believe this is happening to us. Why haven't the King and Queen sent their elite troops to save us?!' Mirra thought with despair. Surely this orcish rabble was no match for the knights and men-at-arms who served within the royal keep. Surely!
