Casus Belli Ch 22 Storm Rising

Cassandra accepts her life as a pleasure slave, and then her life gets turned on its head once more.

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: maps and plans of Nigawa, of Iriskan, and of Bromodin keep, are 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, 19 years old, Kasho's mate

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

Kurgan, orc male, 27 years old, Bashuk's 2nd-in-command, 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's 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

Major Thanos Coburn, human male, 39 years old, former Royal Guard battalion commander

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

Kira, orc female, 55 years old, kombar-karan

Solsis, orc female, 62 years old, kombar-karan,

Durz, orc male, 27 years old, former master of Lily

Gark, orc Male, 37 years old, urban hunter,

Yasso, orc male, 33 years old, head of the engineers corps, new master of Lily

Urgan, orc Chieftain, commander of Bromodin's garrison, master of Driara

Casus Belli Chapter 22: Storm Rising

South Bank

Wilbur was gazing north into the darkness from where he sat hidden. He was looking across the river, to where a sporadic flickering of light marked the presence of the city of Bulness. Now and then the clouds cleared, and when they did the dark turbulent waters of the Amunda glistened in the starlight in front of him. What the starlight also revealed was the silhouette of what remained from the burned down bridge, located a couple hundred yards to the west of his position. But at this precise moment there was no starlight, and as he turned his gaze west the only thing he could discern in the blackness was the glowing embers of the campfire made by the Mercandon soldiers guarding the southern approaches.

It was the second night since he had left Bastona in the early hours of the day, after having been assigned the task to get the news of the invading Mercandon army to the authorities in Bulness, and also to warn anyone traveling the road between Bastona and Bulness, and the innkeeper of 'The Lucky Bastard' and his crew, about the impending danger. He had done as ordered, only to find the Amunda's riverbank opposite Bulness occupied by Mercandon troops already. There had been hundreds of them, so he had turned back and led the approaching refugee group off the road to a hiding spot to the west of it, some six leagues south of Bulness, where they waited.

Halfway through the morning of the next day he had observed a large group of Mercandon soldiers moving south on the road towards Bastona, and once they were gone he had checked on the Mercandon guarding the approaches to the burned down bridge, to find most of them gone too. There was around a platoon remaining, thirty to forty men, and once he had returned to the refugee group they had decided they would move to the riverbank opposite Bulness the coming night. They would leave the coaches and wagons behind, in order to be able to move silently under the cover of darkness, and once at the riverbank they would try to draw the attention of the city's defenders without the Mercandon noticing. Bulness had a small fishing industry, there were quays supporting fishing boats, and with a little luck...

The refugee group wasn't totally defenseless. They were about two dozen strong, and mostly consisted of able men, all armed. The only exceptions were the innkeeper's wife, and the wife of a married couple that had taken two orphaned teenage kids, who had been on their way to relatives in Bastona, under their wing for the journey. The remainder of the group were wagon drivers, and the inn's male crew, all men who knew how to defend themselves. Movement close by drew his attention, and when the cloud cover broke for a moment he recognized Caitlin, the teenage girl, silently moving up next to him.

She had also sought his company the night before, snuggled up to him at his sleeping spot, and then expressed her desire for him to deflower her. It had been fear for the Mercandon, and what they would have in store for her, that drove her desire of course. She was pretty, but also underage, so he had said no, but he had still comforted her, held her, and helped her conquer her fear. "Is it okay for me to stay with you?" she whispered in the renewed darkness.

Of all the men in the small group he was the only trained sword fighter, and thus the best protection available. She had also kept him nicely warm the previous night. "Yes," he whispered back, "that's okay. Where's your little brother?"

"He's with Megan," the platinum-blonde girl answered as she snuggled up against him. Megan was the female half of the couple that was taking care of them. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "Will we have to wait much longer?" she asked.

"Another hour or so," he answered. "A good half an hour before sunrise it'll be light enough for us to move, but dark enough for the Mercandon to still be asleep, and hopefully also dark enough for the Mercandon on watch not to notice us, as there's a slight elevation and some bushes between where they are and the spot on the water's edge where we will be.

"What if we fail to draw the city guards' attention?" she asked next.

"Then we call for the men holding the horses to come forward to the water's edge too, and have the horses help us swim across."

"Most of us can't swim," she whispered, "I can't swim..."

"Horses are great swimmers," he replied, "you just hold on to their harness and let them drag you across."

"Okay...," she answered, sounding afraid.

"I can swim," he reacted, "and I won't let you out of my sight." She snuggled up against him even more, and he wished she was a year older, and he a decade or so younger. There was a break in the clouds again, it lasted only seconds, but long enough for movement in the air above the river to draw his attention, and then it was dark again. His brain tried to make sense of what he had seen, shapes resembling huge bat-wings, and then, at the nearby Mercandon encampment, all hell broke loose. Loud tearing and crushing noises, the sound of steel meeting steel, and the agonized blood curdling cries of dying men.

***

Caitlin clamped herself against him while he drew his sword and tried to make sense of what was happening, to no avail. The shape of something monstrous appeared in the red glow of the dying Mercandon campfire, just for a split second, and then it was gone again, leaving an impression of huge fangs and wet gleaming claws. The cries stopped, and the only sounds left where those of wood being snapped and crushed. It took him a second to realize that it wasn't actually wood but bone producing the noise. A shiver ran up his spine, and then a deadly silence descended. He put a hand on Caitlin's mouth, to make clear to her not to make a sound, and to his relief the rest of the refugee group, hiding nearby, didn't make a sound either.

Minutes passed, and then a low heavy accented voice sounded so close by that it scared the shit out of him. "You have no need for that toothpick, better stash it away before someone gets hurt." As he looked in the direction the voice came from, he could only discern a vague yet huge shape in the darkness. "We're here to rescue you," the voice added. He swallowed, and then he noticed movement on the river and beyond. Lamps moving on the quays, and on the river itself, the latter closing fast. "Boats are on the way," the huge stranger remarked, and then, "I'm Gurok, commander of Bulness' spadzes company."

So it was the orcs that had come to their rescue. "Wilbur Bolan," he replied, "courier for the Bastona council. I have important news that has to be forwarded to Iriskan."

"It will be taken care of, " the huge orc reacted, and then boats were landing, and lantern carrying men were coming ashore. "Over here," the orc commander called, and a moment later a man in a guard's uniform joined them. The light from his lantern revealed the orc commander, and Wilbur swallowed as he took in his features, and his massive heavily muscled frame.

The girl mewled softly, as she tried to snuggle up to him even closer, "This is Caitlin," he told the orc, and then he addressed her. "It's okay, don't be afraid, they are here to save us." He locked eyes with the orc again, "How did you know we were here anyway?"

Gurok smiled, "We orcs have night vision..., so the males on watch noticed you, and warned me."

Wilbur frowned, "All the way from the other side of the river, with us hiding in the bushes?"

The orc grinned, "That's correct, but fortunately they knew where to look." The massive male reached out and ruffled Caitlin's platinum-blonde hair, making her stiffen, "Something drew their attention... She stands out like a beacon in the darkness." More lantern carrying men in guard's uniform joined them, and then refugees started to come out of hiding everywhere. "Is it just these people and what they're carrying, and the men guarding those horses a little to the east of here?" the orc asked next.

The courier nodded, "Yes, we left the wagons and coaches, and everything except our personal belongings, in a hideout a couple of leagues to the south from here."

The man in the guard's uniform nodded, "We can't get wagons and coaches across the river anyway, and the horses will have to swim behind the boats I'm afraid." Around them an elated murmur was growing in intensity, as the refugees started to realize that they were saved, that they were going to make it after all.

"I sent two males to warn your men guarding the horses," the huge orc said, "and while we didn't notice any further Mercandon on our approach I don't think we should linger."

A barely teenage boy appeared, and after snuggling up against Caitlin looked up at the orc commander wide eyed, "Are you an orc?"

"This is Bran," Caitlin said, "my younger brother."

"Yes," Gurok answered smiling, "I'm as orcish as it gets..." The lantern equipped guards started leading people to the waiting boats, while horses could be heard approaching.

"We'll stay here to watch over your horses," the man in the guard's uniform announced, "we'll wait until first light before getting them across, it's safer that way."

Wilbur nodded his understanding, and then he started for the water's edge, with his arm still around Caitlin's shoulder, while she led her younger brother by the hand.

Bad Tidings

Cassandra woke feeling all sticky, and then the soreness registered. She whimpered softly. "Are you still thinking that third round would have been a good idea?" her master's low voice sounded behind her.

He was holding her, caressing her, and she turned around and snuggled up against him. "With hindsight..., no," she whispered, "I owe Borin a hug I think..."

Bashuk chuckled, "I could invite him to come and visit us, but if I did you would find yourself providing him with more than just a hug..."

The pleasure slave moaned wantonly as she remembered the size of the warden's cock, how it had felt as he stretched her holes with it. Before last night she hadn't considered it possible, but the enormous cock of the mixed-blood warden had proven as massive as her master's, and he had used her like the slut she was, as his males had. Still, he had also been considerate and had stopped the fucking before she ended up hurt. "The prize wouldn't mind," she whispered, "but could the master handle the reclaiming?"

He pulled her close, "Always..., don't you start underestimating your master..."

She heard the doors to the living room open, and then the crystals flared into life, adding their light to the dim light already penetrating the drapes. "Good morning," Denora's joyful voice sounded, and then her smiling face appeared above her master's comforter covered bulk. With that a new day truly started, and as they headed for the bathroom to join the pack, she felt a little unsteady. Cassandra hooked on to Bashuk's arm for support while she felt a considerable amount of semen starting to leak out of her. "Oh my..." Denora observed beside her, "looks like you got a nice reward after all..."

The pleasure slave blushed, and her master chuckled, and then they were entering the bathroom, where they found the rest of the pack, except for Bolar, in the huge tub already. Denora knelt before her, holding a familiar water filled bowl and a washcloth, and as she spread her legs for her the girl whistled. "This is not from one male, is it?"

The former Kangess blushed anew, "No..., there were seven of them..., but most of it already leaked out on the way back I think. "

Her former senior maiden glanced up at her, and then she began cleaning, starting with the insides of her thighs. "You look sore," the girl ascertained as she reached her pussy.

"I feel sore too," Cassandra replied, "but it doesn't hurt." She swallowed, "It's more a satisfying feeling of discomfort..." Denora chuckled. "That goes for the other hole too...," she added, and then, "I'd better pay the toilet a visit before bathing I think..."

Cassandra did as she said, and when she finally entered the bathtub, Leavy ambushed her. "I'm SO jealous," the platinum-blonde whispered inside her ear, smiling from ear to ear, as she hugged her. Cassandra glanced at Kurgan across the girl's shoulder, and caught his wink, while returning the hug. "Did Borin fuck you?" the long-legged beauty asked, and then she blushed, "and was he really as big as he made us believe?"

Cassandra chuckled, "Yes and Yes...," and then she smiled deviously at her former maiden, "He's as big as Bashuk is..." Leavy swallowed. "I don't think trading Kurgan in for Borin is going to be an option though...," she added.

The platinum-blonde smiled, "I wouldn't trade Kurgan in for anything in the world, no matter what size cock was attached to it..."

The orc in question had sneaked up and grabbed his mate from behind, hugged her against him, making her yelp. "That's good to hear...," he said smiling. Leavy turned inside his arms, and they kissed, and when they did the pleasure slave moved over to her master, who was checking his injury.

"Almost fully healed," Bashuk said as he looked up at her. She still took care not to touch the small wound as she washed him, after which he returned the favor, as usual. As her master was busy washing her, her eyes fell on Vala, who was in a bathing trio with Moiga and Durgat. The pack taking care of its own again...

Afterwards, once they had toweled off, she followed her master to the bedchamber, where they dressed, and then they had breakfast with the pack, after which the two kombar-karan showed up to check on their two patients. The orc females decided that Bashuk had healed enough for his stitches to be removed, but that Bolar's needed to remain in place. The huge Warlord pulled a face as Solsis cut the stitches after which Kira pulled them out of his flesh one by one. "Does that hurt?" Cassandra asked, looking concerned.

Her master shook his head, "No, it's just a strange feeling." Once finished, and having redressed the wounds, the kombar-karan left again. Bashuk, after putting his shirt on, then announced that he and the males would be away for most of the morning, on an inspection of the castle's defenses this time. His prize looked up at him pleadingly, and after a moment he chuckled, "Alright then, you can stay with the girls." She hugged him, and then she followed him into the bedroom to assist him with changing into his light armor.

***

Once the males had left Cassandra helped the girls with their household tasks, and by the time they were finished it was close to tea-time. She assisted Polly and Vala with setting korkumun tea and preparing cake. They had the tea on the couches, but when she went for her master's comfy chair Syldan beat her to it. She looked at the raven-haired girl questioningly, but Syldan just smiled back at her, and then she heard a seat being patted to her left. She turned towards the sound, and met Denora's and Leavy's smiling faces; they were patting the still free space between them. And as she looked behind her, at the opposite couch, she saw the other three girls' smiling faces.

"Come here slave," Denora's voice sounded softly, "so we have you at hugging distance for a change." The pleasure slave smiled, and then moved over and sat between her former maidens. The two girls reacted by moving into cozy distance, and then everyone helped themselves to their tea and cake. The girls all sipped their tea, and had a bite of apple & cinnamon cake, and then sat back and all looked at their former Kangess expectantly.

"Yes?" Cassandra asked after a moment.

"Well, we're waiting on the report of course," Denora, who was sitting on her right, replied with a wink.

"Yes, and please don't spare us the details," Leavy chimed in from the other side, smiling broadly.

Cassandra blushed, and then she cleared her throat and told her former maidens all that had happened the previous night after the pack had said goodnight. By the time she was finished Leavy was looking positively heated, Vala and Syldan were blushing, and the other three were just looking happy for her. "How do you feel about it?" Denora asked after a long moment, sounding neutral.

The pleasure slave shrugged, "I enjoyed all of it, had a couple of the best orgasms of my life."

The auburn-haired girl smiled softly, "That wasn't what I meant. How do you feel about your status as a prize, as a pleasure slave, having become permanent? Because that's, as far as I can see, what happened." Cassandra swallowed as Denora cleanly cut to the core. "We all know how you really feel about him," the girl continued softly, "so how are you coping with him settling down for a purely physical relationship with you?" Her lower lip started to tremble and then tears formed and started running down her cheeks. Her former senior maiden was already hugging her, caressing her, and a moment later Leavy followed suit.

The pleasure slave cried softly, "He cares for me, and he wants me to be satisfied and happy, but he doesn't love me anymore." Crying became sobbing, "And it's all my own fault, I haven't been honest with him about how I felt about him from the start, and then I betrayed his trust and broke his heart."

"Hush," Denora said softly, trying to calm her," where love once thrived it can thrive again. Just show him how you truly feel about him, that you want to be more to him than a set of eager holes to fuck and a fertile belly to impregnate."

Another pair of arms hugged her from behind the couch, their soft caramel color betraying that they were Syldan's, and then the other three girls were kneeling in front of the couch, and even more hands started caressing her. Cassandra calmed a little, and as she did found her voice again, "But he knows how much I enjoy having sex with other males too, so how..."

"I also enjoy having sex with other males too," Leavy interrupted her, "and Kurgan still loves me to bits." The platinum-blonde nuzzled her hair. "These are orcs, remember, they don't think the way human men do. Fidelity for them is purely about offspring, and not about sex. As long as you don't desire for other males to impregnate you Bashuk will consider you faithful."