The roar of laughter woke Glinda and her eyes blinked away the remnants of sleep as she tried to get her bearings. As it was the tent of a Chieftain, Thralls where she slept was by far the largest in the camp and the three Orks were still a good twenty feet away even though they were fully inside. They were clearly drunk and she didn’t think they had even seen her, or Dinia who had still slept besides her, as they laughed and joked at an unnecessary volume, as Orks frequently do. As they stumbled around, starting to rummage through Thrall’s possessions which lined the edge of the tent Dinia too awoke and sat up, trying to figure out what was going on.
“Hey! HEY!” She called out to them, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. “I can see you fools are drink but are you retarded??” All three turned, silent for the first time since their entry as they processed this new component to the situation. They were all dressed casually for Orks, pants cutoff by the knees and a fur draped over their shoulders which was affixed by a chain across the chest. From that Dinia could tell they were simple foot soldiers, no one of importance. This could have already been assumed by the fact that they were in town and not invited on the hunting trip which Thrall and his Chiefs had been on for the last week but their garb itself was a dead giveaway. Their lack of class supported this assumption.
One slapped his friend to the left on the shoulder and moved forward a step toward the girls. He was an especially ugly Ork, two chipped tusks sticking from his bottom jaw and protruding upwards and odd angles. A deep scar ran across his face, starting by his lip up past the upper curve of his skull. It was a battle scar and one which had clearly been unpleasant to receive. “My brothers! Look at the generous treasure the gods have bestowed upon us this very day!” He boomed wrapping his arms around the shoulders of his two companions and pulling them in.
The one to his left laughed heartily turning back to him “Draken! What a glorious bounty indeed!” but the one to the his right did not share in their merry. His face remained serious as he looked upon the women intently. One hand held a clay jug which he slowly raised to his mouth and took a swig. Orks typically drank a fermented oxen milk which provided nutrients while also keeping them rather intoxicated for a large portion of the time. His obviously fuzzy brain was trying to make sense of a thought which continued to escape him. Dinia though did not wait for him to speak before belting out to them again.
“I ask again you brutes,” she roared out, her voice a tone which Glinda was not yet comfortable enough with Orks to use yet. Dinia had been with Thrall for several years and frequently spent the night in the tent. Glinda was still new, having only been there a few weeks and due to this still got to date slept there nightly. Thrall had not yet tired of fucking her and she had only seen the cages which his other girls slept in from afar. It was a thought which still scared her though and she was constantly over-cautious around the Orks, not wanting to offend. This was a trait Dinia obviously did not share as she continued to berate the visitors. “Are you retarded? Do you know where you are??”
Draken, clearly the most boisterous of the group responded. His tone appeared to be growing aggressive as well but Glinda was confident they could not be in any danger as they were the property of the Chieftain, currently under his own tent no less. Her confidence begun to waver as he spoke though. “Yes whore we are in the tent of big Chieftain Thrall,” the name spoken with a clearly disrespectful tone “and we have come to take what is ours. It is us soldiers who fight his wars and yet we end up with nothing while Thrall takes all of the treasure for himself!”
Dinia raised up, stepping from the bed to her feet. She was not big for a human, an average sized woman at best, and physically dwarfed by these soldiers. She was naked, as Glinda was, but she strode toward them with a determination that you’d have thought she wore a suit of armor and carried a weapon. Dinia was from another region than Glinda and it was clear physically. Dinia had Jet black hair, straight like those of the Asiatic people, and a skin the color of sun burnt sand. Her breasts were far smaller than Glinda’s, barely mounts adorned by nipples, but her best assets were her thick lips and round ass. Each of her cheeks were firm and round and they sat upon thick strong legs, a trait maintained by runs up the mountain. Dinia was the one who thought Glinda early that if she wanted to maintain Thralls attention than she would have to ensure he did not bore of her body.
“You fools have come to steal from Thrall? You know he will feed you to the dogs right? If you are LUCKY he will kill you first.” She barked at them, rearing up withing a few feet of Draken. He stepped in to meet her stance, all humor gone from his face as he glared down at her.
“Perhaps,” Draken growled at her “Perhaps, we leave Thralls gold alone and we take his whores instead. I haven’t had a good fuck since we raided that town a few weeks back.”. The Ork to his right came alive for a moment as the thought finally clicked in his head. He raised his hands up in a moment of clarity before grabbing Drakens shoulder.
“This blond one on the bed!” He yelled in excitement “She is the one we took from that town.” But just as quickly his face grew serious as the implications of his statement sunk in. “Wait a minute Draken, Brotan killed Orduk in the village for trying to force himself upon her. I don’t think we’d be caught for stealing some gold or jewels but if we rape Thralls new whore…” His voice trailed off but the implication was clear. The consequences would be death, Dinia had not been wrong, and unlike a jeweled goblet Glinda could tell her tale to enure that punishment was issued. The third Ork moved up shoulder to shoulder with Draken, his face threateningly close to Dinia. He then roughly reached out and grabbed her arm by the bicep and turned it to face them. All of Thralls women were branded if they survived the first month and Dinias was there clear to see.
“Look at this brand” he said to Draken, before turning back to Dinia “look at how OLD it is. Maybe we’d die for ravaging his new plaything but I doubt he’d even miss this one.” Draken continued to stare her down and responded without breaking his gaze.
“Yess, Chachook, I think you may be right.” And with that his hand rose up to grasp her by the neck before forcefully tossing her backward. Dinia stumbled back before falling to the ground. A wild look of enragement filled her eyes as her mouth curled in in anger.
“You fucking idiots! You dirty fucking beast! I’ll see you dead for that!” She roared at him. Glinda sat up in bed but was too scared to come to her aid. Shed seen Orks murder for as little as perceived slights and she had quickly learned to stay away from an angry one. Thus far shed trusted her safety in the respect everyone held for Thrall but they now seemed to be in uncharted territory. Her heart raced as she watched Draken and Chachook descend upon Dinia who lay upon the rug.
“Well whore,” he growled through gritted teeth, “if I’ll die for this I guess I should make it worth it.” He glanced over at the Ork who’d recognized Glinda, Devick, who still stood a few feet behind them. “Devick, make sure that one does not notify anyone and interrupt us.” Devicks face betrayed his feelings of apprehension but he followed the order moving to the bed and standing before Glinda. He took another swig from the jug before sitting besides her. Glinda dared not move and Devick wrapped his powerful arm around her, it enveloped her entire shoulder line and his hand rested on her collar. It appeared purposeful that he avoided her breast but and he leaned in close to her ear saying only “Do not move. Do not yell. Do not make me do anything you would not like and this shall all be over shortly.” The words were reassuring for her but it would be a lie to say watching what appeared to be unfolding before her did not chill her to the core.
Draken knelt before Dinia and she reared back a foot before kicking upward at him. The hit landed square and rocked his head back but it was clear no damage was done. Could a mosquito truly drive back a rhino? Draken responded with a hard backhand slap that landed on the side of her face, her entire skull whipping to the side from the impact. Pain fired out and her entire face throbbed as she fell to the ground. Dinia had grown used to some roughness living with Orks now for years, she was a tough girl but still no match for the power of an Orken soldier. Glindas entire body tensed as she saw the hit, but dared not to make a sound.
Chachook moved behind Dinia and pulled her up onto her butt, sitting her up partly as her body rested against his. He easily wrapped his arms under hers, pulling her into a full nelson position pinning her arms above her head. Draken couldn’t help but notice how the position accentuated her breasts, making them appear more perky and pointing upward. Draken undid the tie around his waist and his pants fell to the ground, exposing his already hardening cock. It was average for an Ork but still impressively large compared to a human male.
Draken kneeled between her legs and she started to struggle against Chachook grip as her senses returned to clarity. She muttered insults and threats which appeared as useless as her struggles as this point and likely more to just give herself hope than anything. Draken brought another hard slap down on her face which quieted her, a trail of blood running from her nose. Her head moved sluggishly side to side and Glinda could swear she saw her lips continuing to move, perhaps mouthing threats that she no longer had words for. Draken smiled looking down at her face, the fight so strong only moments ago appearing to have drained from her.
“Nothing more to say bitch??” He hissed before lifting her legs and wrapping them up over his hips. At this point there was no question his cock was rock hard, throbbing as he took it in his hand. His spit down onto his other hand and coated his head and shaft with the spit before positioning the head at her hole. Here he paused for a moment, swirling himself around at her opening. The saliva and precum left wet streaks as even her body’s natural reaction started to kick in, getting wetter as it prepared for the coming intruder.
Again Dinia was able to focus on what was about to occur and started stammering in a pitiful attempt to make any difference. “No no no no NO NO NOOO!” She shrieked as Draken thrust forward, her pussy easily accepting most of his shaft before he met any resistance. Even when it did this did not stymie his advance and Draken continued to push, forcing his remaining inches into her. As he reached balls deep, his toned and flexed abs meeting hers, her legs were forced up by the position. They were sticking upward and Draken repositioning them by his shoulders where it was easy to grab into her thick thighs and hold them in place. She was folded in half, immobilized by their grips even as she weakly struggled against their grasp.
“Fuck this whore!” Chachook grunted at him, following up with “I can’t wait for my turn!” as he licked the side of her face. Draken pulled back, until only the tip of his member remained inside, before bucking forward again to fill her. Her pussy throbbed and squeezed against him, acting with a mind of its own in this assault, and Draken continued relentlessly. Her breasts swung and bobbed from the impacts and his drool dripped down upon them. From the bed Glinda could hear the wet rhythmic slapping of Draken crashing into her, each time followed by his animal grunt.
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Each time her body was rocked upwards from the force of his thrusting and she emitted a weak sound. There was no fighting it and her energy was spent. There was nothing left that she could do but accept it and try to survive. His strokes were deep and rough and each time her face would tighten and cringe from the force of impact. There was no pleasure in this for her but Draken was clearly enjoying himself.
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Draken leaned in licking her face and Dinia pulled away, trying to bury herself in Chachooks arm, but like everything else it was an empty attempt. Draken continued to lick her face, saliva dripping down as his pace intensified.
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Draken heaved upwards, ramming into her with his whole force, almost knocking Chachook back. He let out an animal roar like a victorious dragon and she could feel his cock flex and expand to its max before the bursting warmth of his load erupting inside her. He pulled back and trust back in, continuing to fire shots of cum, as it oozed down around his dick spilling out onto his balls.
Draken sat back as his orgasm resided, pulling his cock from her as he went. As he withdrew her pussy struggled to regain its form as his spunk gushed out of her into the rug, pooling under her. Chachook laughed as Draken looked back at him. “You fucked her well my brother! Now I take my turn!” Without releasing his hold on her arms Chachook stood, pulling Dinia to her feet. Her body went through the motions but mentally she was stunned, her mind subdued after the vicious hate fucking she had just endured. Glinda watched her sympathetically, knowing the ordeal was far from over. While she knew the arm around her was for restraint it provided and an odd comfort as well, like a separation between her and the rape occurring before her.
Chachook deposited Dinia face first on the edge of the bed, her torso resting upon it while her ass hung perilously at the edge, knees still resting upon the floor. He pressed on hand down onto the small of her back, the force easily immobilizing her while he too undid the knot to his trousers. While he worked the rope the fabric did little to hide his raging erection too, as he had obviously enjoyed the show. His pants fell to the floor, exposing his manhood for the world to see. It appeared to almost quiver on his hand, a mind of its own racing with anticipation. From behind him Draken called out “I hope my cum gives you a smooth ride!” followed by howling laughter. Chachook looked over his shoulder at him, smiling delivishly.
“I’m sure it would my brother, IF that’s where I was going…” And he turned back to the ass infront of him. Her ass cheecks were round a lucious and Chachook palmed one easily, squeezing it until Dinia started to squirm in his gasp. He pulled the cheek to the size, providing him a full view of her oozing pussy and puckered asshole. “Mmmm,” he said to himself “there you are.” and leaned forward over her crack. His lips puckered as a long column of saliva dripped down to the top of her crack and ran down it, mixing with the grool splattered around her vagina.
Chachook brought his cock forward, coating the head with the saliva pooling in her crack. There was no denying it was a truly beautiful asshole and he has no doubt he was going to enjoy assaulting it, her likely not as much. Chachook pushed forward slightly, testing his head against her tight hole and it offered no give. He looked up to Glinda, a smile on his face. “You, whore,” he called out to her “hold your friends ass in position for me.” Glinda didn’t move, still petrified and he spoke again, the tone almost trying to sound reassuring. “You see if you hold her ass open for me it will hurt her so much less. That’s what you want isn’t it?” Glinda managed a weak nod and Chachook gestured to Davick to release her.
Glinda moved across the bed slowly, cautiously. Dinia looked up at her weakly and Glinda mouthed a silent “I’m sorry.” as she passed. She took a spot next to Dinias waist and leaned over, placing her hands on her round cheeks to pull them apart. Chachook looked pleased with himself and pushed his hips forward in Glinda’s direction, his cock waving in her face. “Go ahead and gimme a kiss while you’re over there.” he commanded and she was terrified of not complying. She glanced back at Davick, hoping he would come to her aid, but he said nothing. There was an almost sad look in his eyes, a wanting to do something, but an unwillingness to do it. Chachook pushed his dick against her face, a line smearing across her cheek and tracing to her lips. There he let it pause, consumed by lust and a depraved carnal hunger he no longer cared for consequences, only pleasure.
Since the ordeal had begun the tent smelled of sex but with her phallus right in her face the musk of his manhood was overwhelming her senses. It was an almost unconscious action as her lips parted and the head of his cock slid into her mouth. In another situation, if not for the terror in her gut, this scene would have have driven her crazy with horniness and even now there was something hot about these soldier wanting them so bad they were risking death for it. She sucked hard on his cock head, her tongue swiring against it. Chachook let out a grunt and pulled back from her, an extended line of saliva maintaining the connection between them.
“You see this hungry bitch?” He roared, with Draken encouraging him from the background, “Even as we rape her friend she cannot wait to suck my cock!” But that wasn’t what he wanted and he turned his attention back down to the conquest at hand. Again he lined the head of his cock up against her asshole. With Glinda pulling her cheeks apart the tension was too much to keep him out and he could feel her clenched ring start to give way and accept him in. It was slow as her hole widened to accept him until with a gruff heave he pushed forward and sunk several inches into her. Fiery pain shot up through Dinia and she was reenergized, her whole body squirming against him. Her head raised but to emit a scream that was almost a word but mostly just sound.
“Draken! Draken come pin her shoulders!” Chachook yelled over to him and Draken happily obliged. Her rushed around to her topside and leaned his arms down onto her upper back, compressing her onto the bed. Glinda could see that the scene had aroused him and his cock had fully thickened as well and bobbed in Dinias face as he leaned before her. No longer needing his hand on her back Chachook waved Glina away, taking her place with both hands on Dinias ass as he spread her cheeks open wide. His eyes were glued downward as he pulled back, watching his rock hard member slide out of her asshole as it twitched and contracted around him, before he threw his hips forward. Chachook sunk even deeper into her this time, sparsely any of his length still exposed to the air. Glinda could hear Dinia sobbing beneath them, tears viably flowing from her eyes as he continued to assault her asshole with no regard.
Draken on the other side could be seen angling his cock as well, lining it up with her face. He looked like was playing a twisted carnival game until he finally found his target and started grinding the round head of his cock against her lips. “Open uuuuuup.” He cooed to her and she looked up him, physically and emotionally defeated, tears streaming down her face and a weak wimpier coming from behind gritted teeth. As Chachook continued to ram into her, forcefully pounding his cock into her ass, each thrust jerked her forward into Drakens dick, mashing it into her lips. She finally relented, her lips parting for just a moment before Draken seized upon it, bucking his hips forward to thrust his cock deep into her mouth. “How you like your pussy bitch? That’s your pussy you taste on there!” He growled, picking up speed as her started to fuck her face.
Watching from the side Glinda was terrified now as Dinia was being pieced from both ends, the two Orks working their cocks in and out of her with no mercy. Chachooks body shone with sweat, his chiseled abs contracting and flexing as her continued to thrust. Her asshole squeezed against him, uselessly trying to defend from the intruder but to no avail. Each thrust was accompanied by a wet howl that she shrieked, muffled by the cock in her mouth. He could feel his balls tightening, a tingling sensation spreading over his body and he knew he was almost there. Chachook pulled back and thrust again powerfully. As he sunk balls deep into her ass even the cock could not quiet her and Dinias head pulled up as she let out a deafening scream. He held it there, leading forward to push all his weight onto her ass as his dick flexed inside her, swelling up before erupting.
“Ugnnnnnnn” he groaned out as he shot load after load deep into her. As he came Chachook rocked back and forth slightly, is semen lathering the tip of his dick and he continued to fire off in her ass. As he finished he pulled back to survey his work, quite please with himself. Her asscheeks were a fiery red from where he had been grasping them and her asshole gaped open. It twitched and spasmed, trying to find its original size while his cum spilled out and leaked down her leg. He let out a heart laugh while laying a hard slap down onto her asscheek. “Not so full of threats are we now?” He said jokingly as he looked up to Draken who continued to ram his cock into her mouth. “You almost done? I’m getting hungry.”
Draken looked up. He’d been enjoying his show, watching his cock slide in and out of her mouth sloppily. Her face was a mess of tears and spit and he was loving every second of it but he knew as he could feel this next orgasm approaching there was only one proper way for him to finish the night. He looked over to Glinda, “Whore, get the fuck over here.” He barked at her. Glinda slowly moved toward him, scared of what might happen next. “Give me your face and open your mouth.” He commanded. She hesitantly obliged, getting onto her knees next to him with her mouth open. Glinda quaked with fear, unsure if she could handle even a fraction of what Dinia had been enduring. Draken postured up, releasing Dinia who slid off the bed and slumped onto the ground, and pointing his dick toward Glinda. He put one hand on her face to position her while the other worked his dick furiously. As his orgasm grew closer his fingers dug into her jaw, gripping into it and forcing it open as he wrapped around her teeth. She squeezed her eyes shut, doing her best to block out what was going on before her, pain coursing through her face as Drakens grip tightened. As he let our a roar for a moment she thought her jaw may shatter under the pressure, her face jerking back as the first squirt of hot cum splashed her. “Ugn! Ugn! Ugnnn!” He grunted with each burst he let off, doing his best to fire it into Glinda’s mouth but his aim being mostly faulty. Some squirted down into her mouth while the rest drew streaks across her face, coating her cheeks, eye and forehead. Draken sunk back onto his legs, loosening his grip but not releasing it.
“Now swallow my seed.” He commanded, the implied threat of further physical or sexual violence behind it. Glina was not willing to risk either at this point and closed her mouth to gulp down the spunk that had pooled on her tongue. Draken laughed again, pushing her face away and she fell back upon the bed like a rag doll. He moved off the bed, stepping over Dinia who laid on at the base of the bed weeping softly. Her body was curled up into a fetal position as her aching holes leaked the evidence of their attack upon her. As Draken pulled on his trousers he turned back and geared back, delivering a swift kick to Dinia. It handed hard and she let out an audible whimper, although it was unlikely any additional pain made much of a difference at that point as her body already quivered in shock and ebbing agony. “Stupid fucking human whore,” he grunted at her, signaling to Davick for him to follow them. As the three Orks left the tent laughing, Glinda moved to the floor in an attempt to comfort her broken friend. Davick glanced back at the two of them, the women battered and abused, with a sinking feeling that there would be hell to pay upon the return of the Chieftain.
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