Orc Bait - Chapter 5 - Part 1

Chapter 5 - Part 1

-1849, day 03, month 07, Girrawen Forest. Eve of the twin full moons.

"No! That's not true!...That's impossible!"

Aerowyn just looked at me evenly, "You know I'm not lying to you."

"No...you believe it. But you must be mistaken. Sierra is dead. She gave her life to stop that ritual."

"I know what I saw, Rohme, and my visions are true."

I shook my head as I struggled to accept what she was telling me. "How can it be?"

The half-elf sighed. I knew that she was tired and really didn't feel like explaining everything, but I needed answers. "We're talking about demonic forces here. The relic of power - the demon heartstone, is keeping her alive. It is also warping and corrupting her. I believe she's bound to it, but once she completes the ritual she will become one of the immortal undead, the Moroi. She will be far more dangerous."

I felt sick. She had been there for the last six years? I had left her behind? I thought I was the only survivor. Perhaps there was something I could have done to help her.

Aerowyn seemed to know what I was thinking, "The Sierra you knew is dead, Rohme. This Sierra that was left behind, her soul is damned...There's no saving her. We need to kill her to stop the tide of darkness, before it starts."

"No!" I said forcefully. "She isn't weak like you. She would fight it. Sierra is more strong willed than anyone."

Aerowyn raised her voice too, "She will complete that ritual. She will make herself the Queen of the Moroi, binding an ever-growing army of those demonic undead bastards to her will. They will be unstoppable, taking the Kingdom, and then all the other kingdoms will fall, one by one, until she rules everything. The Moroi feed on the blood of the living, they will enslave the population to feed on them. I have seen it."

"You've seen it? So it is going to happen?"

"If we don't stop it. It's like my father watching me burn at the stake. He was able to stop it from happening because he saw it. We need to kill Sierra, and we need to do it before tomorrow night. I'm sorry, Rohme, there's no other way."

I just stared into the dancing flames of the campfire. I had just learned that the woman I loved was not lost to me after all...and now I have to kill her. I looked across at the red-head, who was just quietly looking at me. The fire left a warm glow on her pretty face. She had put me through so much torment, and now I was supposed to form an alliance with her? Why do the fucking Gods hate me so much?

"Why are you doing this, Aerowyn?"

She shrugged, "It's my destiny, don't you know?"

"Don't give me that bullshit."

"My father told me the Gods give us the visions for a reason. We have to stop her tomorrow, or the world is fucked."

"Where is your father then? Locien the elf, he's a powerful wizard, isn't he? Why isn't he here stopping her?"

"He's always going on about how things need to be, and rubbish like that. No doubt he's doing what he thinks he needs to be doing."

"Wonderful," I said sarcastically. I leaned back and looked up at the night sky, with its many glimmering stars. I let out a yawn, and Aerowyn yawned too. We both felt the same; we were wiped out, physically and mentally. "Can't you break our link, witch? It could be a liability tomorrow."

"I don't know how I'm going to do that, Rohme. I don't know what's causing us to stay linked. Maybe it will be gone in the morning."

"We're both very tired, but one of us needs to stay awake to watch over the camp. I don't even know if we could stay awake while the other sleeps."

"I will set up some magical wards around the camp. They will wake us if anyone approaches, or if they're dispelled."

"You've used them before?"

She smiled, "Just about every night, for the last thirty years."

I nodded, "Okay then."

I put out the fire and claimed one of the basic canvas tents nearby in the bandit camp, stashing my weapons and pack. I got my glowstone out from its pouch to give me some light as I unrolled my bedding. I could feel the magical power building within me and being released, as Aerowyn set up her wards.

Soon the half-elf stuck her head in through the tent flaps. "Looks cosy."

"You're not sleeping in here with me, get your own tent."

"Oh, come on. We're already in each others heads. You know I'm not in the mood for doing anything to you right now. I'll just feel safer, sleeping next to a strong ranger."

"No. Goodnight, Aerowyn."

"Do I get a goodnight kiss at least?"

I just flopped down on my bed roll, and closed my eyes.

"I get a kiss when we save the world, right?"

I just lay back on my bedding without saying anything.

"I'll take your silence as a promise," she said before moving out from the tent. "Goodnight, sweet Rohme." I could feel her moving around for a little while as she settled into another tent nearby. Then I felt her give her breast a playful squeeze, knowing I'd feel it. I raised my hand and slapped my cheek. I heard her chuckling nearby.

We both weren't in the mood for playing though. It didn't take long to fall into a deep sleep.

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Somehow, I was standing again. I could feel the cool night air on my skin. I looked down and saw that I was stark naked in the dim moonlight. My ample breasts hung freely in front of me. Around me, there wasn't a tree in sight. I was standing in a flat sandy area, like a desert.

I had an unobstructed view of millions of stars in the night sky. There were also the two bright glowing disks of the twin moons, both were high in the sky, shining down on me. The large peach-colored Truna, and her smaller silver sister, Etton.

I looked down and saw Aerowyn nearby. She was laying on the ground naked, sleeping peacefully. Her smooth, slender body bathed in the moonlight. I called out to her.

"Shh, don't wake her up."

I turned and saw her standing there. She was wearing a silky white gown that seemed to lightly cling to her shapely figure. Her long silky black hair flowed smoothly behind her shoulders. Her radiant complexion glowed in the moonlight. She was a vision of beauty. "Sierra..."

"My lovely Rohme," she said, smiling.

"This...this isn't real, it's a dream."

"Who's to say dreams aren't real?" She moved closer, her silky gown flowing around her as she moved. I stood still, looking into her glimmering eyes as her hand brushed through my hair. "I missed you, Rohme. Soon we will be together again, my love. I wanted to reach out to you before, but you have never been close enough."

Her hand softly brushed my cheek. I trembled at her touch. "You're dead."

"No, I'm very much alive, Rohme, and I'm waiting for you. We can be joined again...joined forever."

"Is it true? Do you plan on completing the ritual we stopped six years ago?"

"I will complete it, and it will be the start of a wonderful new era."

"An era of demonic influence over the world? Of darkness, death and slavery?"

"Is that what she's been telling you?" said Sierra, nodding toward the naked half-elf sleeping on the ground. "There will be a brutal and violent transition period, of course. The greatest war this world has ever seen. But when I emerge victorious, there will be an unprecedented era of peace and order. I will rule it all, all of my subordinates bound to my will, with absolute obedience. There will be no conflict. My new, supremely ordered civilization will thrive, and achieve astounding things." She waved her hand at the stars in the sky, "In time, we may even find a way to explore and conquer the other worlds out there."

I frowned at her, "Great demonic power spreading over the land will bring peace and order? Why do I find that a little hard to swallow?"

"I don't know why. The Hell realms are very ordered and lawful. Those who step out of line always answer to a higher power. The strong dominate the weak. Everyone knows their place. It's the natural order of things."

"And a majority of people in your new world would be enslaved?"

"There are many different types of slavery. Trust me, our slaves would live better lives than the typical peasant, servant or whore in the world today."

"The Sierra I knew fought against slavery. It went against everything she believed in."

"I have grown since you knew me. And tonight I will grow even more. I will become immortal. A conqueror and a Queen." She looked into my eyes, I could clearly see her deep blue irises. "Join me, Rohme. You can be with me forever. I promise you will never be alone again. Isn't that what you want? You will command my army, it will quickly grow into the greatest army in the history of the world. You will lead us to victory. Then you will become a great lord, ruling over millions. Not bad for a farm girl from the riverlands, right? I told you you were more than just a ranger."

I stayed silent and continued to look at her beautiful face. My calm demeanor masked the inner turmoil raging within me.

Sierra's expression was very serene. "Incapacitate the witch, then bring her to the ruins. I have used her, reaching out into her dreams and exerting my influence on her. I got her to bring you here. Now she will serve one last purpose. Her bloodline and her power will make her a good sacrifice for our demon Lord, Lorca. She has done some horrible things to you, Rohme. Wouldn't you like to see her heart cut out from her chest? Do this for me, and we can be together again."

I looked down at Aerowyn, still sleeping peacefully on the ground. Then I turned back the beautiful sorceress who I had missed so much. "No!"

Her elegant face was still a serene mask, but I noticed corner of her mouth twitch slightly. "Do you doubt my sincerity?"

"I doubt your sanity! The Sierra I knew would want to kick your ass. I'm going to come down to the ruins and kill you for her."

She let out a sigh and shook her head. "Oh, Rohme. That's your choice? You always were a stubborn one. Are you sure you want to give up what I'm offering? All because of your prejudice against demonic power and a few moral hang-ups?

"I'm going to kill you and put Sierra's soul to rest."

"So be it. But you know me, I always have a backup plan."

I just stood there looking at her for a moment. At least now my doubts had dissipated, Sierra was gone. This twisted image of her coming to me with promises of being with her again was just cruel. I had to stop her.

Suddenly there was a loud ringing in my ears and my head was pricked with sharp pain. I put my hands to my head and cried out.

I cried out as I sat up in my bed roll. It was dark. I was wearing my leathers again, and the canvas walls of the tent surrounded me. My head was still buzzing painfully. The horses outside were whinnying and stomping about. I heard Aerowyn call out to me, "Rohme!"

"Aerowyn! What is it?"

"My perimeter wards have been set off. Someone's here!"

Sierra! If she was bound to the artifact at the ruins, then who did she send? I had my weapons on hand. I quickly grabbed my sheathed shortsword at my side and clipped it to my belt. Then I got hold of my bow and slung the quiver over my shoulder.

As I got to my feet, there was a loud flapping sound outside. Then a loud crash nearby. I felt something slam into my body and knock the wind out of me. I could hear Aerowyn cry out as I stumbled to the ground. Something had hold of me, I could feel the big strong hands wrapped around my arms, though I couldn't see anything.

I struggled against it, and thrashed about. I was unrestrained. Then I realized it was Aerowyn who was being held. I could feel her potent fear, and the magical power building within me. I scurried to my feet and out of the tent. As I got outside, I could hear Aerowyn crying out and felt her struggling. In the moonlight I could see a large dark figure looming over her on the collapsed tent.

It looked monstrous, around seven feet tall, a bulky humanoid shape of pure black. I could make out glowing yellow eyes, white fangs and large pointed ears. Magical vines ripped from the ground and started wrapping around the black beast. I notched an arrow and held my bow taut in front of me, aiming for its head.

The beast then opened its fanged mouth and let out a mighty scream. Intense pain struck my ears, and I screamed out, though I couldn't hear it. The pain was crippling, and my legs gave out under me. It felt like someone had stuck a spike into my brain, and I was sent into a daze. My hearing had gone, and so had my balance, as I struggled to get up. That wasn't all I lost - I could no longer feel the beast's tight grip on me, or Aerowyn's potent fear and adrenaline. Only my own.

I looked up and saw the monster pulling itself free of the vines. Aerowyn hung lifelessly in its broad arms. I stood up on shaky legs as it turned and started striding away from me. I notched my arrow and pulled it back in my bow. Damn, I was still dizzy. I aimed for centre of its bulky mass and loosed. The arrow went wide and I cursed, I would normally make a shot like that easily.

I quickly notched another arrow and pulled the drawstring. I needed to get the shot off quickly, before the beast made it to the treeline. As I took aim, huge leathery wings spread out from the monsters body and started flapping steadily. The damned thing could fly. I took in a deep breath and let my shot off. The arrow found its mark and slammed into the beast's back.

The monster screeched and faltered as it struggled to get off the ground. The large wings flapped like crazy, and it clumsily flew up into the trees. I ran after it, notching another arrow. It was difficult to see the beast in the dark tree canopies, and I had an awful ringing in my ears, impairing my hearing.

I saw movement above me and let off another shot, but I couldn't tell if I had hit the monster. It was moving away fast, fluttering through the treetops. I wouldn't be able to keep up on foot. I turned and ran back into the camp.

The horses by the stream were still baying noisily and stomping about in panic. It took a moment to calm the brown mare down. I quickly got a few items from my pack that I could carry with me, before mounting the horse. I didn't take the time to saddle it. Soon I was heading out of the camp in the direction the monster had fled with Aerowyn. I didn't need to track it, I knew where it was taking her. North, to the ruins.

The monster was like a giant humanoid bat. I had encountered a lot of different creatures in my time, but never one of those. I had read a lot of books on different beasts and monsters though. One name came to mind - the Felder. It was also often referred to as a Werebat, though that was misleading, it was not a lycanthrope. Felders were related to the extinct demonic undead monsters known as Nosferatu. As were the Moroi. That was the link.

It meant that the monster was vulnerable to sunlight. I didn't know how long I had until the sun came up. At least the daylight would offer some protection. The moonlight was bright enough for my horse to navigate the woods at a steady pace. I didn't want to go too fast, and risk injuring the animal.

After a few hours, dawn began to break. I knew I was getting close to my destination. I couldn't settle the uneasy feeling in my stomach. Sierra had already placed me at a disadvantage, capturing Aerowyn. And I still found it hard to grasp what she told me - she manipulated the witch to bring me here. All that talk about it being my destiny to stop the ritual, it was all bullshit.

Sierra had a Felder serving her. I wondered what other surprises she may have prepared. I could never match wits with her. Was I really up to this? Could I do it alone? I was filled with doubt, but there was one thing I was certain of - I had to try.

I was close enough to see my destination now - The hollow hill. The earth rose up at a steep incline. The top of the hill was flat, like a table-top, sitting at least three times higher than the tops of the trees surrounding it. More trees were growing up the slopes. It was several hundred, perhaps even a thousand paces wide. It looked like a large flat hill from here, but I knew that the inside was empty, like all the earth had been scooped out with a giant spoon. It was a huge crater, and the temple ruins were down in the centre.

The crater had been there since ancient times. There are many different tales of how it came to be there. Some say that it marks where two mighty dragons battled. Their power was so great, they destroyed each other, and everything for miles around. The crater was all that was left, and would be there forever after.

There are many other tales involving the wrath of different gods. Some even say that it's where a star fell from the sky. Sierra told me that couldn't happen, but it may have been a large rock that fell. Whatever it was, it was once the scene of immense destruction. I knew that it certainly was six years ago.

I stopped and let the horse go free. It wouldn't do very well on the slopes of the crater, and I preferred a stealthier approach. I wouldn't be able to get out of here in a hurry, but there would be no retreat anyway.

Before I set off for the crater, I searched the forest around me. The sun was up now and the birds were all singing noisily above me. My hearing had fully recovered after my encounter with the Felder. I needed a defense against its sonic attacks if were to come up against it again.

Soon I found what I was looking for - an elm tree. There was a spot a couple of meters from the ground where a fallen branch had left a wound and it bled red sap. I felt at the sticky substance, part of it was solid, but pliable. I rolled up a few small balls of the sap and put them in one of the pouches in my leathers. It would be suitable for plugging my ears, if needed.

I strode toward the hollow hill, doing my best to stay alert and aware of the area around me. It was difficult, I hadn't had a good nights rest for some time. Last night I was rudely interrupted by Sierra and then her Felder. The strain of the last few days was getting to me. My hand wandered to the potions at my belt. I had one for healing and another for rejuvenation. It seemed like a good time to take the rejuv, I needed to be on my game.

I uncorked the small bottle and downed the potion with a single gulp. My body pulsed and immediately I started to feel refreshed and energized. Then my head began to throb, mildly at first, but it was getting stronger. My skin tingled, the muscles in my arms ached and fear suddenly gripped my mind. Was there something wrong with the potion? I could feel something tightly wrapped around my wrists, like rope. I looked at my wrists and rubbed them. There was nothing there, but I could still feel it.

Aerowyn. She had just woken up, and she was still linked to me. I patted myself firmly on the shoulder to let her know I was there. I wished I had some way of communicating with her. At least I could tell she was unharmed, though bound and scared. I closed my eyes and tried to concentrate on the sensations. There was the feeling of cool air on my skin, as though she was naked. Hard stone beneath my feet. I couldn't feel much else, apart from the witch's fear and seething anger.

I continued on through the forest, until I reached the foot of the crater. Then I felt a quick sharp pain at the end of my tongue, and then another. Aerowyn had bitten her tongue twice. It had to be deliberate. Was she trying to tell me that she saw two foes? I squatted by a tree and waited a moment.

When nothing else happened, I started making my way up the slope. Then I stopped as I felt a hand softly brush my cheek. Seething anger welled up within me, it was coming from Aerowyn. The hand moved away and I stopped and waited. Then there were hands gently rubbing over my belly. They sensually rubbed their way upwards before cupping my breasts. My boobs felt smaller and firmer as the hands groped at them. They were Aerowyn's pert little boobs. The touch was familiar - it was the way Sierra would touch me, sensually rubbing over my skin with her soft hands. She knew that I was feeling this. She had to be the one responsible for maintaining our link.

Aerowyn's anger grew, and I could feel her pulling against the rope around her wrists. The attention was unwanted. Yet the stimulation to our sensitive breasts was causing a reaction and making our hearts beat stronger in unison. I breathed deeply as I clutched my breasts through my leathers. I could still feel them being rubbed, and my sensitive nipples being pinched. I didn't need this distraction, but there was nothing I could do about it.

I felt a hand slide down to my crotch and delicate fingers were running over my netherlips, sending tingling sensations through me. I imagined the beautiful sorceress molesting the bound and naked half-elf. "Damn you, Sierra," I cursed.

Then I heard a loud crack nearby. I quickly turned and raised my bow in front of me, intensely scanning the area. I couldn't see anyone. I continued to reach out with my senses as a hand groped at my breast and fingers circled around the tingling folds of my pussy. I was fighting the building arousal, I needed to stay alert.

There was sudden movement, I aimed my bow at a squirrel as it skittered out from behind a tree. I lowered my bow and decided to keep moving to the top of the slope. I gasped as a couple of fingers pushed through my slippery folds and up into my pussy. My hand moved down to cover my groin, but that was pointless. The digits started fervently moving around, rubbing at the soft hugging flesh.

I just continued hiking up the hill, doing my best to ignore the stimulation in my tingling cunt. Something wet and rough started running along my right breasts. A tongue. Soft lips sealed around my nipple and gently sucked. I bit my lower lip as I walked on. My breathing was getting heavier.

I had finally made it to the rim of the crater. It was mostly flat ground, several paces wide, with grass, dirt and rocks. I passed a large boulder, and stayed low as I made my way to the edge. The fingers were pushing into me in a thrusting motion. My breathing bec ame even more labored, and my face was hot and flushed.

I looked down into the crater. It was huge, you could fit a decent-sized villiage inside. My attention was drawn immediately to the centre, where trees bordered a roughly circular pool of water. In the centre of the pool was an island of white stone rubble. I remembered the last time I had come here. An impressive white tower rose up from the centre of the crater. My party had brought it crashing down. Now all that was left was the crumbled ruins. Were Sierra and Aerowyn in there amongst those ruins?

The fingers inside me stopped thrusting, and I sighed as they slipped out again. My pussy was left feeling hot and moist. I looked down at the area between me and the ruins. Something wasn't right. The ground looked like it had been flattened, and the light scattering of trees that grew inside had been cleared. I carefully scanned the area, but couldn't see anyone down there.

I couldn't shake my gut feeling that something was not right there. I heard a faint sound coming from the slope behind me, soft cracking, like snapping branches. I crept back to the outer edge with my bow raised in front of me. I peered out from behind the rock, but saw nothing out of the ordinary. My gut told me I was in danger.

It could just be Aerowyn's fear I was feeling. Staying linked with her was messing with my head, but perhaps I could use it. I remembered when I was linked with Sierra I could sense the magic around me. My link with Aerowyn might grant me that too. I focused on my breathing and tried to clear my mind as I got into a meditative state. The fear and anger I was getting from Aerowyn seemed to calm. Perhaps she could sense what I was doing and was working with me.

The trees started to faintly glow with their magic aura. It was working. I quickly became aware of several other auras in my field of vision. I was not alone. I counted nine large humanoid shapes slowly advancing on me. Somehow they had been kept invisible. My adrenaline surged. It wasn't just a gut feeling now, I really was in danger.

I raised my bow and took aim at the one closest to me. It was around thirty meters away, down the slope. I shot the arrow off, and it struck the centre of the figure. A loud deep cry went out, and my target dropped. I could see them now, like a cloak had been lifted. Large green men in clunky mismatched armor, brandishing weapons. I gasped.

Orcs! What the fuck where they doing here?

They were yelling out to each other, and I saw a couple aiming their bows my way. I ducked back behind the boulder as arrows deflected off it. I had another arrow drawn and popped up again. The orcs were scattering, taking cover behind the trees. I took aim and loosed. I struck one of the archers, making him cry out in pain.

I quickly ducked back as an arrow shot past my head. Fuck, there were too many of them, they were going to pin me down there and advance on me. My adrenaline was pumping, but on top of that I could also feel another wave of fear. It must have come from Aerowyn. Hands suddenly grabbed my thighs and I yelped. I looked down, no, someone had grabbed Aerowyn. A firm blunt object started rubbing along her cunt. Oh fuck! Not now!

I tried to ignore it and popped up at a different spot on the rock. I let off another shot, and hit a sword wielding orc that was advancing on me. I took cover behind the rock again. The object started pushing its way into my pussy. It felt quite firm, yet soft and spongy on the outside. It felt like a cock. I groaned as I was penetrated, my pussy spreading open for the invader.

Aerowyn was being raped, and I could certainly feel it too. The distraction was the last thing I needed right now, and Sierra probably knew that.

"Put down weapons, gruiuk. Surrender, or die!" Yelled out an orc in a deep rough voice. He sounded close. The cock started pushing back and forth inside me, and I gasped. I wasn't sure if I could fight them off. I had to try and get away.

I got up and fired off another arrow. It made the orcs scramble for cover behind the trees. I then turned and ran for the crater. Running had become difficult with a cock fucking me. I came to a sudden stop as I got to the edge and looked down. Where I had previously seen flat empty ground, there were scores of tents set up in a semi-organized camp. It was bordered with trenches and barricades. I could see the numerous orcs moving around the place.

"Fuck!" I cried out. The hands around my thighs gripped me tighter and the cock started thrusting into me harder and deeper. I groaned and gasped as I looked behind me and saw the orcs advancing, reaching the rim. Others were coming at me from the sides, moving along the rim. I had only one place to go. I leapt down onto the inner slope and fell back on my ass. The inner slope was steeper than the outer, with far less vegetation. I found myself sliding down with the loose dirt and rocks. Unfortunately, I was sliding toward the camp and even more orcs.

I gasped for breath, my heart was pumping rapidly as I slid down the hill and I felt the cock continue to fuck my tingling cunt. Sierra had a whole horde of orcs. She had somehow kept them hidden from me. I had walked right into her trap. Now I was fucked!

A loud horn sounded on the rim above me. It had alerted the orcs in the camp below, that I was there, and I could see them stopping and looking, pointing my way. When I tried to plant my feet and slow my descent, I would tumble and roll, being painfully knocked around. I still managed to keep hold of my bow as I continued to slide to the bottom of the crater.

I could see the orcs below heading my way now, carrying weapons. Some of them had bows. I pulled an arrow from my quiver and managed to notch it. It was difficult to aim as I was sliding down the hill, but I got a shot off. It hit the ground close to my target. The orcish archer stopped and shot back. The arrow hit the slope well below me.

I drew another arrow and lined the archer up again. I took in a deep breath and tried not to let the thrusting cock, or the fact that I was sliding down a steep hill, distract me. I loosed the arrow and it hit its mark, dropping the orc. Several more orc fighters were running toward me. I was getting to the bottom of the crater now. I notched another arrow and took out another orc carrying a bow.

The slope flattened out underneath me and I slowly came to a stop. I picked myself up so that I was on one knee and I drew my bow again. The big green orc shouted out as he charged me with his axe raised. I shot an arrow into his neck, making him tumble to the ground. Some of the foes were getting close now.

I shot down another charging orc, and then another as he got within a few meters. A couple more orcs were so close that I could smell them. I wasn't fast enough to hold them off with my bow. I threw it down and drew my shortsword just in time to block a swinging blade, and there was the loud clang of steel striking steel.

Both orcs growled as they attacked me wildly with their swords. I danced about, dodging their attacks and parrying with my own blade. The cock was still thrusting into me unabated as I fought for my life. The two orcs were larger and more powerful than me, but I was faster and more skillful. Thankfully they were not very coordinated in their attack.

I ducked low, under a wide arcing swing, and then yelled out as I brought my blade up, slashing it across the orc's chest. He cried out in pain as his blood spilt from the deep gaping wound. The other one came at me with a series of fast strikes that I was able to parry. He was getting frustrated, and lunged at me. I spun out of his way, pivoted and stabbed my sword into his abdomen in one smooth motion. He yelled and dropped to his knees, clutching his gut, and I promptly swung my sword hard into his neck. He made a loud gargling sound as the blood gushed from the gaping wound, before slumping to the ground dead.

Another large brutish orc came at me with a huge battle axe. I leapt back as he swung it down hard, and slammed it into the dirt. He had left himself wide open. I quickly lunged forward and stabbed my blade through his broad neck.

There was loud orcish yelling all around me. I could see many more orc warriors approaching and surrounding me. I had nowhere to run, and there were far too many to fight off. Some orcish archers were holding their bows taut in front of them, but weren't firing. I stood there defensively with my bloody sword in front of me, as I caught my breath. I could feel the juices dribbling from my tingling cunt as the cock continued to push back and forth inside me. I could also feel hands rubbing over my breasts now.

Was this it? Was I going to die while being fucked by a phantom cock?

One of the orcs came forward, confidently striding toward me, though his sword was still sheathed on his back. He was tall and muscular, more so than the typical orc. A steel mail cuirass covered his torso, and steel plate covered his shoulders, though his brawny upper arms were bare and his lower arms wore black studded bracers. His skin was less green than the others, and had a brownish tone. He had a wide jaw, with black mutton chops and slicked back black hair.

He came right up to me, almost within reach of my blade. I held it up threateningly. He looked me over with his dark brown eyes. They were a similar color to mine, but there was something very cold and menacing about them. They were the eyes of a predator. I tensed as he studied me, though I was still gasping and groaning, my face was hot and flushed. I was still being vigorously fucked. My wet pussy was throbbing wildly as the menacing warrior stood over me.

A faint smile crossed his lips. I noticed that he didn't have the ugly protruding tusks that the other orcs had. He could almost pass as a big ugly human. He had to be a half-orc.

"I am Yurag. Commander Chief, Red Finger Clan...Who are you, gruiuk?" he asked in a deep gravelly voice.

I took a deep breath and tried to ignore the pumping cock. "I'm just a traveler, passing through here."

"No, you not pass through here...Do you surrender?"

I looked around at the many sets of orc eyes staring at me. I knew all too well what they would do to me if I surrendered to them. I looked back up at the half-orc, "Do you?"

A smile crossed his face as he chuckled.

"I mean it. I'm actually a scout for the royal military. The King has sent a great army here....Ungh...He has a least five soldiers for every one of yours. All fully armored, bearing...ooh...bearing castle-forged steel. They will crush you. If you don't surrender, your only hope is to flee this area immediately."

He looked at me, narrowing his eyes skeptically, "I have scouts too, gruiuk. There no army."

"The army has many powerful mages. You won't see them if they don't want you to."

"Enough of your human tricks!" he snapped. "Do you surrender?"

"No."

"Good!" He smiled as he drew the large sword from his back. He held it in front of him with both hands, standing with his legs apart in a fighting stance. It looked like a finely crafted steel blade. The cock started thrusting into me more vigorously and I let out a small whimper. Oh Gods, not now! My heart was thudding rapidly in my chest.

The half-orc suddenly lunged at me and brought his sword down with surprising speed. I raise my own sword and blocked the blow, but the force made me stagger back. He pressed his attack with strong skillful strikes, and I struggled to block them. It immediately bec ame apparent that he was a much better fighter than the others. That wasn't surprising; it was often the most powerful fighter who became leader among orc clans.

I found an opening to strike at him, but he moved with surprising speed and parried the blow. I felt his boot painfully slam into my chest as he kicked me away. I tumbled to the ground and was winded, struggling for breath. The other orcs around us were cheering their commander loudly. The cock had stopped thrusting, and slipped out, leaving my cunt wet and sore. I could feel the juices dribbling out of me. The half-orc came forward and stood over me.

I quickly rolled away and got to my feet, raising my sword again. Yurag was waving his sword at me, "Come on, gru. You not surrender, then you got to kill me!"

I came at him, swinging my sword in fast controlled motions. His defense was tenacious, as he parried my blows. I stayed light on my feet, constantly moving about. Our blades were continually clanging together as we fervently tried to get through each others defenses. His sword was longer than mine, as were his arms. I found it very difficult to counter his extra reach, to even get close enough to strike. He had to be one of the most difficult opponents I had ever faced.

More orcs seemed to have gathered around us, cheering loudly as we fought. I was drawing on all the speed and agility I could, trying to gain an edge. I feinted to the left of him, and he swung his sword at me in a wide arc. I anticipated this and ducked low as the blade whooshed over my head. I lunged at him and drove my blade into his flesh, under his left shoulder plate.

He grit his teeth but didn't even yell out. He brought his arm back up and slammed his fist into my head. I was knocked off my feet and hit the ground hard. The blow left me dazed and reeling. Then the half-orc was on top of me. He was quick to grab my wrist and rip the sword from my grip. The side of my face stung furiously as I cried out and struggled against him. He growled like a beast as he used his weight and strength to pin me to the ground.

Blood spilled out from his wounded shoulder and ran down his thick arm. I managed to slip an arm free. I raised my leg and pulled the dagger from my boot. Yurag saw it and reached for it as I slashed his arm. He got hold of my wrist. I strained against him as I tried to plunge the dagger into his body. I was hoping that the blood-loss would weaken him, but he overpowered me and forced my hand into the dirt. He wrestled the dagger from my grip and tossed it aside.

I growled and struggled with all I had, and managed to get an arm free again. I went straight for his shoulder and dug my fingers into the stab wound. This time he did yell out in pain. He dropped down and slammed his elbow into my face. I was hit with an intense blast of pain. He managed to get a firm hold of both my arms and pin them above my head. I struggled vainly, but he had his weight on top of me and I couldn't move. I found it hard to breathe.

I looked up at him. Blood was still flowing from his shoulder and the new cuts on his arm. He looked down into my eyes and forced a smile, showing his large yellowish pointed teeth. "You too pretty for one who fights like that."

I spat in his face, it was all I could do. Yurag just continued to smile. Then he lifted his weight off me. I fought against him as he turned me over and forced my arms behind my back. "Rope," he called out.

I looked up to see an orc approach us. "Good fight, Urdanog. She not ordinary pinky."

"No, she not." He held my arms firmly and bound my wrists together with the thin rope. He grabbed my hand and ran his fingers over my ring. I felt him spit on my finger and then start pulling the ring off. He wasn't being gentle about it, and I flinched as it painfully tugged at my skin. He managed to wrench it off. "Magic." I could hear the smile in his voice, "What does it do?"

I didn't see any point in lying, "Defense against poison."

He then flipped me over again. Apart from feeling battered and bruised and violated, I also felt terrified and sick. Being bound and helpless among a large horde of orcs stirred up bad memories of that night in Fangrind Forest. How could I have been so stupid as to walk right into it?

The big half-orc loomed over me again. His hand moved to my chest and he gave my breast a squeeze through the leathers. "Been long time since my blood was spilt in fair fight. What your name, gruiuk?"

"Rohme."

"Rohh-mee," he let the name roll over his tongue. Then his hand moved lower, rubbing over my belly and then to my waist, smearing more of his blood over my already filthy leathers. He started opening the pouches in my jerkin and going through them. He pulled out a ball of red sap and sniffed at it, "What is it?"

"...More defensive magic."

He grunted and put it back. He pulled out my small bottle of healing potion, somehow, it had remained unbroken through the entire scuffle. He uncorked the bottle and took a sniff. "Yes...good." Then he held up my ring again, "Defence against poison...You drink first."

He moved the potion bottle to me lips. He was being careful, making sure it wasn't poisoned. I did feel very sore and battered. I could feel the side of my face swelling, where he struck me. I didn't see any point in refusing. Being bruised and swollen wasn't going to stop me from being raped. I drank down some of the potion and felt the warm tingling sensation wash through my body as I was healing.

Yurag then pulled it away and put it to his lips. He downed the rest of the potion and then tossed the empty bottle aside. He rubbed at his bloody shoulder, "Your potion good." His hands moved to back to my chest and he started undoing the laces that held my leather jerkin closed. Soon he pulled my top open and exposed my large brown boobs. There was excited rowdy cheering all around us. I looked up to see many large green orcs had gathered around us and were staring hungrily down at me. It didn't seem to bother them that I was filthy, covered in dirt, sweat and blood.

Yurag's large rough hands were over my tits, lewdly groping and squeezing them. "Fha grazadh! I will fuck you hard!" He was watching me closely to see how I would react to that. I chose not to show any reaction.

"Yes! Fuck the kurv!" called out an orc nearby.

"Kurvan gru buth haraug! Make her scream!"

Yurag gave me a lusty smile as he rubbed his hand over my face and pressed his thumb into my lips. I just grit my teeth and stared coldly at him. My heart was beating rapidly, I desperately wanted to fight or flee, but I could do neither. "Not here...my tent."

He stood up over me and I found myself being pulled to my feet. The orcs quickly closed in on me and large rough hands were all over my body. I yelped as my tits and ass were savagely squeezed by the brutes. "Back off!" yelled Yurag in a booming voice. The orcs reluctantly obeyed him, the hands came off my body as they took a step back.

He gripped my arm behind my back and lead me out through the crowd of stinking excited orcs. I was being lead toward the camp, which was close by. They were all following closely, cheering, taunting and chattering excitedly as they went.

I worked to put my fear aside and observe what I could. We passed the trenches and outer walls, made up of sharpened logs. They looked to be still building their defenses, it appeared they had not been there for very long. There were many small canvas tents and campfires scattered about the camp site. I spotted short wiry goblins around the place, carrying out different tasks. There was also a place off to the side where I could see half a dozen wargs tied to posts. The sight of them made me shudder.

From what I could see, this horde appeared to be around twice the size of the one I had encountered in Fangrind Forest. Around one hundred and twenty orcs, maybe. I certainly did not expect to find this at the site of the ruins. When I set off, I thought I was coming to stop Aerowyn. I got in way over my head, and now I was in deep trouble.

We got to the centre of the camp, where there were a few much larger tents. One of them had to belong to the commander, or perhaps all three. An older-looking bald orc addressed Yurag. "Have fun with this one, Urdanog. We all have her when done? Graug kurv?"

"Hahaha, plenty madh uruk gajol for you, Graug Kurv!" cheered another orc, as he rubbed his crotch.

Yurag just frowned at them and spoke out, "Double patrols and sentries. In case there more humans. Get shamans to scan area. Take wargs out."

"Yes, Urdanog."

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He turned and pulled me along into his tent, leaving the excited crowd of orcs behind. The words 'graug kurv' filled me with anguish. I had been a graug kurv. It meant horde slut. It meant having my body mercilessly violated by big orc cocks, one after another. Becoming a fuck-toy and cum-dump for so many smelly brutes, who favored hard anal pounding and rough face fucking. Who were greatly amused by the abuse, humiliation and degradation of a helpless female. I couldn't be a graug kurv again.

Yurag pushed me into the centre of the spacious tent and closed the flaps. I turned and looked at him. My instincts told me to run, but there was nowhere to run to. I could continue to fight him with all I had, but I suspected he would like that. He just stood there leering at my bare breasts with a hungry look on his face. He reminded me of Kurok, the other orc leader. He tried to claim me, but also shared me with the rest of his horde. Perhaps I could entice this brute to claim me for himself, and be spared from becoming a graug kurv. Then I could wait for an opening...

I slowly walked up to him with a smile on my filthy face. He was watching me carefully with his dark eyes, and his lips curled up in a tight smile. The half-orc wasn't as ugly as most full blooded orcs. His body was actually quite attractive. Tall and well proportioned, a strong and muscular warriors physique. It reminded me of Strafe.

When I got close to him, I turned around and pressed my ass into his crotch. I had to raise myself up to do it, the top of my head came up to his wide chin. He grunted his approval and reached around to grab my bare breasts. I let out a pleasurable sigh and rubbed my bound hands over his groin. I could feel the hefty bulge pressing out from his leather pants and grabbed at it.

"Mmm, you are a powerful warrior," I said, as I continued to rub his cock. "I have never found a man as strong as you. You have proven yourself to me in battle, and earned the right to claim me. Will you make me your raus gruik?"

"Raus gruik," he said. It was hard to pick his tone. Perhaps he was considering it.

"I will give you strong sons."

He chuckled, "You would...Roh-me."

I pulled away from him and turned to look in his eyes. "Unbind my arms now. You won't have to force me. I'm yours."

"No human tricks, " he said firmly.

"No."

He stepped forward and I turned around, presenting my bound arms. I looked around the tent. The sun shone onto the pale canvas walls, filling the large room with muted light. There were various pieces of basic furniture placed around the room. A weapon and armor rack was at the east wall. I noticed the battle axe and crossbow sitting on it as soon as I entered. The crossbow wasn't loaded, and the axe looked a little too heavy and unwieldy for me.

A large wooden crate looked like it was used as a table at the west wall. There was a wooden barrel next to it, and a large steel tub sitting on top. At the north wall was his bedding, which just looked like a large simple straw mattress, covered in sheets and cushions. This was what passed as the luxury tent in an orc raider camp.

He untied my hands, and I brought them in front of me. It still felt like there was rope wrapped around them. Aerowyn, I had almost forgotten about her. She would have taken the hard knocks with me, and wondered what the hell was going on. Now she wasn't going to like what was going to happen here.

I pointed over at the steel tub on the crate, "Can I wash up?"

"Strip first,"

"Sure." I started unstrapping my leather armor as he went over to the makeshift table. There was a small chest sitting on top. He pulled out a small brown potion bottle and gulped down its contents. I wondered what it was, but didn't ask. He watched as I pulled off my top and let it drop to the floor. I bent over and pulled off my boots, before dropping my pants. My leathers were filthy, covered in dirt and blood. I didn't hesitate pulling my damp panties down, exposing my dark bush.

I looked up and saw Yurag smiling at me, now he had predatory lascivious dark eyes. It was unsettling. He obviously liked what he saw. I forced a smile back and then walked over to the crate. The steel tub was half filled with water. I cupped the water in my hands and brought them to my face, taking a long drink. There was a small washcloth by the tub, I used it to wipe my face and other parts of my body that were dirty and sweaty. I could feel the half-orc's steel gaze upon me as I did.

He walked over to the racks and unstrapped the sword from his back before carefully putting it up. Then he undid his shoulder pads and removed them. I watched as he pulled his steel mail cuirass over his head and hung it up. There was still a lot of blood covering his upper body. His belly and broad chest were chiseled and muscular. A layer of dark body hair covered his abdomen, but wasn't so thick that it hid his brown-green skin.

He walked back over to me. I wrung out the washcloth before bringing it up to his shoulder and wiping away the blood. My potion had closed up his wounds, but left a noticeable scar. I continued to wring out the cloth and wipe away the blood. There were smaller scars I had left on his arm. Many other scars of various shapes and sizes were scattered around his large solid body. "Orcs wear scars with pride, when taken in battle," he told me.

"I thought you said it has been a long time since someone drew your blood in a fight?"

"It has." He looked down at the scars on his chest. "Rough childhood."

"I see."

"I survived it. My enemies did not."

"Was your mother human? Or was it your father?"

His lip curled up in a snarl. He snatched the cloth away from me and tossed it on the crate. Then bent down and roughly grabbed a breast with one hand and took the other one in his mouth. His other hand groped at my ass. I was startled by the sudden attack. He was mauling me like an animal. I squealed as his teeth painfully clamped down on my nipple. His hand quickly moved between my cleft and a couple of fat fingers forced their way into my slit, and were moving around.

Sudden fear gripped my mind, and I felt ropes pulling at my wrists. I couldn't help trying to push the boorish fighter away, but he had me firmly in his grasp. Aerowyn was in distress at the crude molestation. I slapped myself in the face. 'Just calm down bitch, you're making it worse.' The half-orc looked up at me, obviously puzzled by what I did.

I was then scooped up in his strong arms. He carried me over to the bed before dropping me onto it. I looked up to see him pulling down his leather pants. His big erect cock was freed and poked out aggressively from his hairy groin. It was fat and bulky, with thick veins running all over the brownish green shaft. At the end was a bulging, round mushroom head, which was wet with precum. A large pair of heavy, hairy balls hung beneath it. Holy shit! The damn thing was big, even for an orc. I had taken larger, though not by choice.

I got up on my knees and wrapped my hand around the thick shaft. I gripped it tightly, it was very strong and firm. I could feel it pulsing in my hand. Yurag was looking down at me, a slight smile forming on his lips. I brought my head forward and opened wide, taking the fat glans through my lips. My mouth watered and I got the heady taste of his precum as I sucked on the firm meat. I was also hit with the strong sweaty smell of his crotch, perhaps I should have washed there first.

Yurags hand ran through my hair and then he pulled my head back, so that his cock slipped out from my mouth. I looked up at him. "You like my gaj, Kurv?"

"It's big and strong, like you."

He smiled wider, showing his teeth, "Spread your legs for it."

Damn, he was impatient, and was used to getting his way. I spat out a large glob of saliva onto the head before l ying back on to the bed. I spread my thighs apart for him and slipped my hand down over my cunt. I pushed a couple of fingers into my slit, trying to get myself ready, and warning Aerowyn of what was to come. Though I was pretty sure she knew, that was why her anxiety and rage was filling my mind, making it difficult to become aroused.

The big half-orc dropped down on the bed, between my legs. He gave me a hungry, lustful look before pulling my hand away from my cunt. He grabbed his erection and brought it forward. The fat glans rubbed along my lips a few times before he prodded it into me. My netherlips were painfully stretched open around the rigid member as it sunk into me. Once the head had forced its way inside, he thrust forward. I cried out as the bulbous tip pushed deep into my body and my stretched cunt was filled with his fat throbbing organ.

He leant over me, putting his weight on his broad arms. Then he raised his ass and I felt the fat cock slide back several inches. He drove his organ deep into me again with one hard thrust. I cried out as my stretched cunt was obscenely penetrated. The blunt cockhead seemed to prod even deeper into my body. Straight away it pulled back, before driving into me again.

The half-orc grunted loudly as he continued to fuck me that way; pulling back slowly and then spearing his cock into me hard and deep. I continued to squeal and gasp and yelp as he stabbed his member between my spread legs. The burning friction made each hard thrust quite painful.

He wedged his big member in deep and kept it there. I could feel his soft hairy ball sack pressing into my taint. His hand rubbed over my hot face and cupped my chin as he looked down into my teary eyes. "What's the matter? Is not what you want...Raus Gruik?" His tone was taunting.

My face was hot and I grit my teeth as Aerowyn's rage filled my mind. I wanted yell, 'Get the fuck off me, you stinking ugly bastard!' Instead I took a deep breath and calmed myself, "Nghh, you're gaj is so big, Urdanog."

He chuckled and gave me another hard thrust. Then he got up, so that he was kneeling between my spread thighs. His big cock slipped out from my pussy's tight grasp. He grabbed my legs and lifted them, bringing my sore cunt up in line with his jutting organ. My shoulders sunk down into the bed. The big half-orc was moving my crotch into position as I felt the turgid member rub over my puffy slit. Then it pushed forward, opening me up and sinking into me again.

His grip on my legs got even tighter. He started rocking his hips back and forth in a steady thrusting motion. My whole body was bucked with each hard thrust, making my big tits bounce about. I found myself moaning and gasping as the big cock was eagerly ploughing through my aching cunt.

I could feel that Aerowyn had started to calm down a little now. My stretched pussy was gradually becoming more slick and pliable as it was vigorously fucked. Thankfully, the burning friction had died down. I could hear the half-orc grunting and groaning with pleasure as he continually slapped his groin into mine.

I was angry with myself for allowing the savage to use my body for his pleasure like this, but I fought with all I had, and I was defeated. I guess I was lucky to be alive. Lucky that orcs did a lot of thinking with their cocks. He would be fucking me whether I allowed it or not. Now all I could do was try to stop it from becoming much worse.

Eventually he stopped and pulled his thick organ out of me again. He let my legs drop and I lay there limply. My pussy still throbbed and ached, and now it felt very wet. I looked up to see his big glistening cock poking out in front of him. He climbed over me and straddled me. His hot member rested on my belly as his hands firmly grasped my tits. I lay under him, breathing heavily as he squeezed the large fleshy orbs.

He was lewdly playing with my boobs, mashing them together and roughly pulling and groping. "Hahaha, you love my big gaj, kurv. I love you're big toks!" He circled his fat fingers around one of my big brown nipples before pinching it hard. I let out a squeal as the sharp pain hit my mind. He just laughed at my reaction.

"Don't!" I said firmly, scowling at him.

He just smiled at me and released my nipple. He shuffled forward and brought his hard cock over my chest. My boobs were groped by his big rough hands again, and he squeezed them around his cock. I could feel the fat member rubbing on the skin between my fleshy mounds. He was rocking his cock back and forth through my tits in a fucking motion. The round head was thrusting at my face.

He let go of a boob and roughly grabbed my hair. I yelped in protest as he pulled my head up and brought it to his cock. The moist glans rubbed along my cheek. I opened my mouth and took it in. Yurag grunted his approval as I sealed my lips around the shaft and sucked. He mashed my breasts together around his cock and rocked it back and forth into my face.

I kept my head up, sucking the tip of the cock as it moved back and forth. It was better than having him ram that thing in my pussy, but I was sure he wasn't done fucking me yet. Indeed, it didn't take too long before he released my boobs and pulled away from my face.

He reached around, got hold of my hips and flipped me over. I let him lift my ass up and position me on my hands and knees. I braced myself to take his fat cock again as he positioned himself behind me. That big round cockhead prodded into my slit and forced its way through. He let out a loud grunt as he mounted me, wedging his meaty rod in deep.

He gripped my hip tightly with one hand and raised one leg over my thigh. His other hand reached forward and firmly gripped my shoulder. It felt like he was clinging to me possessively as he stuffed my body with his pulsing manhood. Then he gave a powerful thrust, bucking me forward and making my hanging tits slap against my arms.

He was doing it again and again, pounding his cock into me as violently as he could. I couldn't stop myself from crying out and squealing as my poor little pussy was repeatedly bludgeoned. Yurag's fingers dug into my skin as he held me tight, he was grunting and groaning loudly as he continued to thrust into my body like a wild beast.

I was moaning and gasping as I took his continuous hard thrusts. Surely, he would not be able to keep that pace up for long. I was sure that he would soon peak and spurt inside me. I would welcome it. There was the very real possibility that he could impregnate me, but I had more immediate concerns.

Yurag just continued to give me thrust after thrust. I could hear his panting and felt his sweat dripping onto me. I was sweaty and panting too. I could feel the heat rising within me. My pussy had become very wet and I could feel the juices splattering out as the cock slammed into me. My mind was overwhelmed by the intense painful pleasure. I could feel it building deep inside me. Oh Gods! The brute was going to get me off if he kept it up.

I didn't know how long he had been fucking me from behind like that. Eventually he came to a stop and left his cock wedged in my hot pulsing cunt. Wasn't the bastard going to get off? Wasn't I? I growled in frustration and started moving my ass back and forth, fucking him back. He chuckled and rubbed his hands over my sweaty back, before moving down to my breasts.

I was pushing my ass back on his cock for a few moments, before he pulled back and slipped out of me. My cunt felt sopping wet now, and empty. He let go of me and then went and slumped down on the bed next to me. His hard wet cock rose up from his hairy groin, he lay back as he caught his breath. The bastard was pacing himself, stretching it out. He had amazing stamina, he could be fucking me a long time if he continued to stop and start like this.

I reached over and got a tight hold of his rigid member. I could get him off. He smiled at me as I shuffled so that my head was over his cock. I gripped the shaft firmly and stroked it, as my other hand rubbed at his ball sack. It was heavy and leathery, covered with wiry hair. I ran my tongue along this tip of his fat cock, tasting my own juices.

I opened wide and took him in my mouth once again. I sealed my lips tightly around the wide shaft and sucked forcibly as I bobbed my head up and down. I continued to stroke him and massage his balls as I sucked. His pleasurable groans told me that I was doing it right.

Then his hand came on top of my head and forced it down. The fat glans poked into the back of my throat. I gagged and forced my head up and off his cock. I coughed and spluttered loudly. Then I looked up at him through teary eyes, "Don't do that!" I scolded.

He just looked at me coldly, "Go deep."

"Just don't force me," I said, looking at him angrily. I rubbed my tongue over the tip, before going down on him again. 'Go deep,' what an asshole! I could do it, but I didn't much like it. I took his cock in deeper until it was almost at the back of my throat. I hesitated for a moment, before swallowing and forcing my head down. I had to fight my gag reflex as my tight throat expanded around the organ. I could feel the round head pushing down into my throat as my lips slid further down the shaft.

My lips were resting at the hairy base of his cock. I had his full length crammed down my throat. It felt extremely uncomfortable and sore. Yurag groaned in pleasure. Slowly, I pulled back up again, and let the meaty rod slip out from my throat. I moved up so that I only had the tip in my mouth and sucked it hard as I stroked the shaft.

Yurag put his hand up and ran it through my damp hair. "Again," he ordered.

I rolled my eyes and then took his cock in deep again, swallowing it into my tight throat. His hand grabbed the back of my head and held me there. I couldn't pull back, and I got scared. Was the bastard trying to choke me with his cock? I raised my fist and punched him in the side of the gut. He gripped my hair and started thrusting into my throat, fucking it like my pussy. I thought he was going to kill me.

I got hold of his ball sack and squeezed hard. He yelled out and let me go. I quickly pulled my face up off his cock. I was coughing uncontrollably. My throat was sore as hell. Tears filled my eyes. "Fucking shit-eating mud boar!" I cursed, as soon as I could stop coughing.

I was half expecting him to strike me, but he just looked at me, grimacing. "Again!"

"No!" I said firmly. I was still seething with anger.

"Said I don't have to force you."

Continued in Chapter 5 - Part 2

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