Broen Promise

With her lover's life in the balance Cassandra decides she has no choice but to escape to save him.

Cautionary (for series): non-consent, reluctant, violence, straight sex, inter species sex, anal sex.

Cautionary (for chapter): non-consent inter species sex.

Setting: Nigawa, planet Mundea (Galeon III), year 3647 (local)

Note: a map of Nigawa, and a floor plan of Bromodin keep, are available, the link can be found on my profile page.

Characters:

Cassandra, human female, 21 years old, Bashuk's prize, female lead

Denora, human female, 24 years old, Batul's mate

Vala, human female, 22 years old, Bolar's mate

Syldan, human female, 19 years old, Yakha's mate

Leavy, human female, 21 years old, Kurgan's mate

Moiga, human female, 23 years old, Durgat's mate

Polly, human female, 18 years old, Kasho's mate

Bashuk, orc male, 32 years old, Green Vale Orcs Warlord

Kurgan, orc male, 27 years old, Bashuk's guard, Leavy's mate

Kasho, orc male, 26 years old, Bashuk's guard, Polly's mate

Yakha, orc male, 26 years old, Bashuk's guard, Syldan's mate

Batul, orc male, 25 years old, Bashuk's guard, Denora"mate

Durgat, orc male, 25 years old, Bashuk's guard, Moiga's mate

Bolar, orc male, 24 years old, Bashuk's guard, Vala's mate

Sir Brando Boruga, human male, 27 years old, Cassandra's betrothed

Casus Belli 17: Broken Promise

Conflict

Cassandra was in turmoil, her world turned upside down once more, as she tried to digest what had happened. All the enslaved noble family heads had been transported back to their former residences a week before, to assist the orcs with taking over their shires, and it was probably during this transport that Brando had somehow managed to escape. But why had he taken such a huge risk? Especially as badly wounded as he apparently was, as she had already feared. It made no sense, not really, it would explain Bashuk's earlier reaction to her asking about Brando's whereabouts and well-being though.

If he had escaped, it would be in her master's interest to hide that fact from her, to prevent her from gathering false hope, and from contemplating the actions she was now contemplating. She then remembered that in Mercandon, and even Loras, medical resources were seldom 'wasted' on slaves.

Maybe he assumed he wouldn't survive in captivity anyway,

she thought,

or maybe he did it for you, to be able to help you escape a cruel fate.

The latter didn't really make sense though. Brando had known she would be able to handle the sex just fine, he had said so himself, during that fateful last meeting inside his quarters.

Then, during the surrender ceremony, he had personally witnessed his prediction coming true, as she came shamelessly on her 'rapist's' huge cock. She blushed in shame despite the tears, and then another thought hit her.

Maybe that shameless behavior of yours during the surrender affected him more than he let on, and the risk he took by escaping had no real meaning to him anymore.

It was a disturbing thought, a terrible thought, and she whimpered softly as she imagined the mental suffering she could have caused him. The plan to escape to Loras, and try to retake Nigawa from there, was also plausible, she then realized.

The Lorasians were probably at least wary about having the orcs at their northern border, so they might be interested in assisting the Nigawans with liberating their country in exchange for financial or territorial gain, or both. Add to that the fact that Brando now was as close as it got to an expert regarding the way the orcs fought, maybe a Nigawan insurrection aided by an invading Lorasian army might actually succeed. The problem was she didn't want any of it, or at least not anymore. It would mean an enormous additional amount of bloodshed no doubt, and for what? To reinstate the Nigawan nobility?

She was now actually convinced that the Nigawan people were better off under orcish rule. And that was without taking into account the huge price for their assistance the Lorasians would no doubt demand. That price would mean extra taxes, and thus poverty, and probably vast territorial concessions too. But the huge dragon in the room was the orcs of course... For this plan to succeed the orc tribe that had conquered Nigawa would need to be destroyed. That orc tribe now included the girls she so much loved, and it also included seven males she had come to care for. Even more important though was the huge debt they owed these orcs, all of them, for what Nigawa had taken from them.

There was no way she was going to play a role in adding to that, to further deepen the moral abyss they had already created. Deep inside though, her heart was screaming to be reunited with Brando, and fearing for his life. She had to escape, she decided, to get him to Loras for medical treatment, at the same time making sure the resistance stayed put, and were dissuaded from allying with the Lorasians, and going to war against the orcs again.

Then she realized she couldn't stay on the toilet for too long without running the risk of someone noticing, and she dried her tears while thinking about what to do with the small sheet of parchment she was still holding in her hands. She could tear it up and flush it down the toilet of course, but it might not flush down very well, and she couldn't run the risk of someone finding any of it. Her eyes locked on the small shelves stacked against the nearby wall that were holding towels and other toilet necessities. On the top shelf there was a wooden box holding bars of soap. It proved nearly full, there were enough soap bars in it to last them for years.

After refolding the piece of parchment, she hid it at the bottom of the box, and then she was on her way to the main bathroom. She stopped in front of the heavy door, checked her breathing, and then went in, trying to smile. The girls were all in the tub, busy washing each other, and they looked up as she closed the heavy door behind her. They just stared at her for a moment, while she moved further into the room, and then they were all scrambling out of the tub. She got swamped, hugged, soaked in affection, and then Denora pushed back from her and locked eyes with her. "We heard what happened at the stables..., what by the gods got into you?"

Cassandra's shoulders sagged, and then she shrugged. "I don't know, I just lost it for a moment," she lied.

Denora looked worried, and then her former senior maiden pulled her close again and hugged her some more. "I know this isn't easy for you," the auburn-haired girl then said softly, "and especially if it's men you know, who were once your lowliest servants even, but you'll have to get used to it."

The former Kangess nodded, "Yes, I know - it won't happen again, I promise." The hugging intensified, and then she was undressed and half-carried into the huge tub, and serviced like she was still their Kangess. Cassandra enjoyed their care and affection, but her mind was filled with the huge betrayal she had now as good as committed too, the oaths and promises she was now going to break. There had been conflicting obligations from the start, but now, delivered stealthily on a small piece of parchment, it had all come to a head, and from now on it was going to get really ugly.

Slender arms slipped around her from behind, "It could have been much worse," Leavy's voice sounded softly, "and it washes off anyway..."

The other girls were all looking at her, she noticed, their faces worried. "Don't worry, I'm going to be okay," she lied, "It'll just take a little while." The girls relaxed, and they finished bathing, and when they headed for their bedchambers, Cassandra split off in the connecting room, taking the shortcut to Bashuk's bedchamber through the study. She was only wearing her moist camisole, as her legwarmers had proved soiled by the stableboy's seed and her own cum as well. Luckily, she had three sets of clothing now. As she entered the bedchamber, with her legwarmers tucked beneath her arm, and her sandals dangling from her fingers, a little surprise awaited her.

"Come sit with me," her master said, while tapping the cover next to him. Cassandra dropped the legwarmers and her sandals at the foot of the bed, and then she moved up to him, and sat down at the spot indicated. She looked down at her knees, feeling embarrassed, and also a little anxious. His fingers lifted her chin, and turned her face towards him, until he could lock eyes with her. "How do you feel?" he asked, "are you okay?" She hadn't known what to expect, he had reasons enough to be mad at her after all. His voice only communicated worry and care though, and she felt her eyes getting wet, because of what she would soon be forced to do.

She felt this incredibly strong urge to confess, to confide in him and spill it all. There was just one thing holding her back, and that was her betrothed, that was Brando, for whom doing so would be as good as a death sentence. She had to save him and stop him at the same time. That would be the best for the Nigawan people, that would also be the best for her girls, who would then remain happy and well cared for, and in the end it would also be the best for her master, because a male as important and caring as he was, would no doubt be able to get any woman he desired. Actually, he would probably be better off with a female that hadn't come to him as a prize, a woman with a heart that wasn't already taken.

Tears separated from the corners of her eyes and started running down her cheeks. Bashuk let go of her chin, and then a big arm slipped around her, and he pulled her against him, hugging her. "You do realize letting that stableboy have you was the lightest punishment for you I could get away with, now do you?" he asked softly. She just nodded, snuggling up against him. "And I also had to ingrain into you to hold that sharp tongue of yours, to prevent little accidents like what just happened at the stables from ever reoccurring, which is why I had to force you to suffer that little walk of shame." She nodded again. "I didn't take any pleasure in it," he said next, "because I really care about you Cassy."

He achieved the exact opposite of what he was aiming for. She slipped her arms around him and hugged him fiercely. "I'm so sorry," she sobbed, "I'm so sorry."

"I know," he reacted, "It's okay."

No,

she thought,

you don't know, because I can't just let Brando die, and the only way to save his life is by betraying you.

***

Her master watched her as she changed into her emerald green clothing set; the color really became her she thought, as she watched herself in the large mirror. She had already concluded time was of the essence, and that if she was to flee Bromodin, she'd better act the coming night. There was really nothing to prepare, as anything that could be prepared had been prepared years ago already, and the sooner she got to Brando the better, because the sooner she got to him the sooner he would be getting the medical care he needed. But that was not all, from now on she would have to lie, to her master, to her girls, to her pack, and she didn't want that situation to last any longer than strictly necessary, because it made her feel like shit.

She glanced at Bashuk in the mirror, noticing how pleased he looked watching her.

I'm so sorry,

she thought again. She wished there was another solution, but there wasn't. It had been clearly stated that for a slave escaping, or even trying to escape, the punishment was death. Brando was an escaped slave now, and her master would be bound by orcish law, so if the orcs caught Brando he would be executed, and not even Bashuk would be able to prevent that from happening.

And if they catch you, you'll be executed too,

she thought. But she had to take the risk, she owed it to Brando, even if her heart hadn't forced her to take that risk already.

She turned towards her master, and he got up from the huge bed as she did. When they entered the living room the girls were just finishing setting the table for dinner, and the males had just gotten up from the couches to join them. They were already moving towards the dinner table, but when they noticed her entering, they changed course. Bashuk stepped back as his males surrounded his prize, and then she got lifted off her feet by a dozen hands, and hugged and caressed by half a dozen males, making her moan softly.

Gods,

she thought,

why do they have to be so nice...

And then the girls were all smiling at her too, as she sat herself down on Bashuk's lap a moment later.

They sure weren't making it any easier for her, she concluded while dinner was served by Denora, assisted by Moiga and Polly. They had steak with a mushroom sauce, served with baked potatoes and well-seasoned green beans. The steak was of excellent quality, as usual, but her appetite was lacking. There was nothing wrong with her master's appetite though, and as she was serving him, he, as usual, stowed away about twice a normal human portion. It wasn't that strange of course, considering his size. Afterwards they retreated to the couches, and after she hopped onto his lap, he looked at her questioningly. "You didn't eat much, aren't you feeling alright?" he asked.

She managed a small smile as she looked up at him, "I'm just a little shaky from what happened this afternoon, don't worry, it'll pass." He hugged her, and nuzzled her hair, making her feel bad once more. They had a pleasant evening, or at least her company had, with beer and wine, and she made sure her master's large mug was never empty, while only sipping from the beer herself. She had never seen him drunk before, but she figured that, considering the circumstances, the more alcohol he got inside him the better, and then a good bout of sex should do the rest. She caressed him, while the pack was chatting. Unlike with the stableboy, it wouldn't just be lust driving her when she pleasured him.

After thoroughly satisfying him she would wait until she was certain he was deeply asleep, then she would slip out of the bed, and disappear from his life, though she already felt that doing so would pain her more than she ever had thought possible after becoming his prize, a mere ten days ago. Her intimate knowledge of the keep would enable her to slip out of the private quarters unseen, and then inventiveness, and a little luck, would get her out through its only entrance. She would go to the stables, get a horse, and with the main gate always being open, she would then simply rush its guards.

Once through the main gate the southern approach to Sakoro bridge was less than half a league away, most of it along a broad and no doubt deserted Serin Avenue. The only thing she needed to succeed was just that little bit of luck, mostly with the orcs guarding the entrance of the keep, but they would be more occupied with keeping people out then keeping people in anyway, she reasoned, and the same would go for the guards at the main gate, who would be looking out instead of in too. She felt a shiver run down her spine at the thought of luck turning its ugly back on her. If she got caught it would be all over, if she got caught the only question remaining would be exactly how she was going to get executed.

Cassandra swallowed hard. What she had seen of orcish justice up to now had been fair but cruel, and she had been warned that for escaped pleasure slaves the end wasn't going to be a pleasant one. "What's wrong?" Bashuk asked, disrupting her thoughts.

She forced herself to relax, and then she looked up at him, "Nothing, I was just imagining what could have happened to me this afternoon if you had been a cruel master."

He chuckled, "Who says I'm not a cruel master?"

She snuggled up against him, "Your pleasure slave says, because you have always been nice to her."

***

They went to bed at the usual time, around eleven o'clock. Once inside the bedchamber Cassandra assisted her master with undressing, and then she undressed herself, realizing that, if everything went as planned, she was getting out of her pleasure slave attire for the last time. She was going to be free once more, or she was going to die, and in both cases, she wasn't going to wear the sexy outfit anymore. To her surprise part of her felt regret as she folded the garments and placed them on the foot of the large bed. When she turned towards him Bashuk was holding the comforter up for her, smiling softly.

She hopped in, slid herself to the center, and then waited for her master to follow. Cassandra turned on her back and spread her legs as he did. He moved up against her. "Your prize is ready for her reclaiming my Lord," she said as his fingers started caressing her belly.

He moved closer and kissed her on her cheek. "I'm going to pass on the reclaiming," he then said softly, "because I think my prize is more in need of some gentleness and affection after what happened at the stables this afternoon." The fingers on her belly moved up a little, and he started caressing a breast, "I'm sorry about what happened," he said, "about what I had to order you to do, but you didn't leave me any choice in the matter."

She almost whimpered, because of what she was going to do.

In the end it'll be for his own good,

she thought,

and better now than after he has fallen in love with you.

Her master kissed her on top of her nose, then he kissed her lips, and her chin. She moaned softly as she felt him nuzzle the nape of her neck, then lick it, before planting a kiss there too, because she loved the feeling, but also because she had a good idea of where this little journey was going to end. Her nipples started to harden in response, and so did her clit, while her pussy moistened. He was going to lick and kiss his way down, all the way down to her eager slave-cunt. He started by creating a wet trail along her collarbone from her neck to her left breast, and she moaned anew as the tip of his strong and agile tongue started massaging the puckered areola on top of it.

His mouth followed, his lips closed around the nipple, and then his teeth started to nibble at it, while the fingers on her belly moved south. She felt the tips slip between her slick labia, spreading them, and then they concentrated on her clit. They circled and teased while her left nipple was on fire, and then his mouth lifted, and his tongue followed down the contour of her breast from the nipple, down her cleavage, and then up her other breast. Down between her legs the fingers massaged the little hood aside, freeing her hardened little nub, and started caressing it, while his mouth went to town on her right nipple.

Cassandra moaned, trembled, and bucked, while her master pleasured her. The need for his huge cock grew rapidly, and as her right hand went looking for it, she found him hard as steel. She started rubbing the thick veined shaft, while his fingers expertly played her clit. His mouth lifted from an aching nipple. "Don't," he said softly, "you're only allowed to satisfy your master with your cunt." A loud needy moan escaped her. "You may hold my balls though," he said next, "feel how heavy with seed they are, and think about how well they're going to fill your belly with my hot sperm." The mouth returned to the nipple, and her moaning increased again as it did.

She let her fingers slide down the shaft, cupped his large scrotum, and weighed his balls. "So full again," she moaned, and then, "that stableboy came buckets, for a human male at least, first in my mouth, and then in my cunt." She started massaging the heavy sack, "Compared to the amount of seed an orcish male produces though, it was not even half a portion, and compared to my master..." She chuckled, "On a good day you produce as much pre-cum as he produced sperm..." The fingers slid down her slit, towards her opening, and she pulled up her knees, and spread her thighs even wider in anticipation.