Silence swallowed the arena. Mina gaped.
Someone screamed.
In a rush the orcs turned and raced to the edges of the arena. Steel flickered in the hands as they scaled the tall walls. Governor Reis bolted to his feet in horror. “What’s happening!” he roared, spinning on Oslo. “Stop the brutes!”
“I… I’m trying!” Oslo said, holding his hand out towards the arena. She saw the cold terror in her father’s face as his hand twitched towards the ground, the markings on his palm cold and dark. “It’s not working! The bindings aren’t working!”
The other owners in the box were trying to do the same to little effect. Mina screamed as a green hand grabbed the rim of the box, one of the bloodied gladiators hauling himself over the rim. The massive orc grinned his tusked face as he brought about his axe, cleaving through one of the startled owners. The governor’s guards ripped their swords from their sides and rushed to attack. The orc bellowed and met their steel with glee.
A bloodbath. A slaughter. Gamblers and spectators fled for the entrances to the arena, clogging them with the press. Into them the gladiators carved a bloody swathe, their roars of primal fury and triumph booming in the arena.
Oslo grabbed Mina’s hand. “We’ve got to get out of here!” Oslo roared, dragging her towards the entrance. Theresa hurried after them as they ducked behind the duelling gladiators and guards, plunging into the darkness of the tunnels beyond. Mina put a hand to her mouth in horror.
“This can’t be happenings,” Oslo said, puffing, his face pasty yellow with fear. “This can’t be happening!”
They drew up suddenly as an orc shouldered his way out of a side passage. The brutal creature turned sharply. Blood splashed across his hide. His lips peeled back, eyes gleaming in the torchlight. Theresa screamed, hands flying to her mouth.
Oslo staggered back. He lifted a shaking hand. “You can’t harm me!” he screamed. “You can’t! I’m your master! You can’t!”
The orc laughed, a rough bellow of mirth as his collar remained dark. His axe came up. Down. The blade bit deep into Oslo’s shoulder, carving into his chest. Blood splashed across the floor.
Mina stared, dumbstruck as her father fell to the floor, cut nearly in half. She felt numb. Detached.
A shadow fell over her. She looked up at the immense form of her father’s killer. Other orcs filled the passage behind him. Too many. Every gladiator must have been freed from the pits, she realized belatedly. The orc with the axe smiled, his dark eyes leering as they took in her shapely form.
“Good woman,” the orc growled, reaching for her.
“Mine.”
The orc stopped, turned. Mina looked past him and her heart beat faster at the sight of Ghostheart.
The grey skinned orc stood alone, his pale flesh painted red with the hot blood of the slain. His expression, as ever, was blank, but a fire burned in those eyes. The fire of triumph and cruel victory. He pointed at Mina.
“That one mine.”
The orc who killed her father snarled. “Me claim! She mine!”
Ghostheart barely moved. His hand flashed out, onyx blade painting a dark arc in the air. The other orc gagged, grabbed his throat as blood pumped from between his fingers. The other orcs stared in shock as the challenging orc fell to his knees, choking on his own blood before collapsing fully on the ground.
Ghostheart stepped over the twitching corpse without a hint of interest. He glanced at Oslo’s corpse with much the same, over the cowering Theresa. But when his eyes fell on Mina again she felt again that heavy beat of her heart and flash of warmth over her.
The orc grabbed her, pushed her to her knees. He thrust aside his loincloth, baring the rigid pole of his cock.
“Suck.”
Mina stared at his cock. Somewhere inside of her, something shifted. A lock opening. A queer sense of calm filled her as she lifted her hands onto his shaft, opened her mouth, and took the tip of his cock between her lips.
The taste was familiar. Her hands ran slowly up and down the orc’s hard cock, stroking his manhood. Her tears cut a pair of damp streaks down her face as she bobbed. Ghostheart watched her intently, smiling cruelly as she serviced him. His hand tangled in her hair, grabbed it. Mina moaned weakly as pain shot down her scalp, but didn’t stop. Didn’t dare.
And somehow, somewhere in all her shame and humiliation, she felt something else. A heat began to spread through her. She tried to deny it, but she began to bob more. Her hands stroked his shaft as his cock hit the back of her throat. She gagged, but kept going.
Ghostheart growled, a sound so familiarly primal now she knew what it meant. She moved faster. Faster. Her soft lips running up and down his musky shaft.
“Rrrrraaaa!” the orc roared as he cum. Mina choked at the sudden flood of his cum rushing into her mouth. She swallowed as best she could, but soon enough had to pull off, gagging and choking. The orc’s cock continued to pump, painting her breasts and shirt with his seed.
Ghostheart released her hair. Mina had a split second to feel relief before he grabbed the neck of her gown and tore it away in a single savage motion. Mina gasped, the ragged fabric parting against the swell of her breasts, baring her naked teats.
Ghostheart grabbed her breast, fondling it. A moan escaped her as he roughly palmed her teat, stroking her hardening nipples with his thumb. He loomed over her, reaching between her legs. She cried out softly as he tore her panties aside, baring her slit.
The orc’s eyes burned more intently than she had ever seen as he looked down at her tight quim. More savage than when he killed, when he took her mother, when he mated with her in the darkness beneath the cells. His nostrils flared, inhaling the sweet scent of her arousal. He reached down, rubbing his thumb against her pussy.
“Gh-Ghostheart,” Mina moaned helplessly, hating how her body answered his touch, burning with lust for the savage warrior, her pussy dampening with the eager anticipation of his cock. Ghostheart grinned again, grabbed her, lifted her with ease and pressed her against the wall. She gasped as he pushed his cock forward, rubbing it against the damp lips of her cunt.
“G-Ghostheart,” she gasped. “Please…”
“You mine now,” the orc growled.
And he thrust.
Mina screamed with helpless pleasure as his manhood filled her again. His ribbed cock spreading her human cunt atop the spear of his cock. “Ghostheeeeeart!” she wailed as he began to move, fucking her, the tattered remains of her finery fluttering around her like shredded banners. As his cock sawed into her, she felt that familiar heat bloom. Shame burned just as hot as he took her, still stained with her father’s blood, the eyes of the other orcs intent with lust while the screams of the dying echoed through the stone halls.
She realized her hands were around him, clutching his back, her legs tight around his waist as he fucked her savagely against the wall. Her breath came in frantic gasps, her core throbbing against that wall of imminent pleasure she now knew so well.
“Oooh! G-Ghostheart! Ghost… ah… Ghostheart! I…”
“Master,” the orc growled as he gave her a particularly brutal thrust of his inhuman manhood. “You call me master!”
“Master!” Mina screamed. And like a switch, she felt the wall burst, pleasure flood her. “Ahhhh! Masterrr! C-cummiiiiiing!”
Ghostheart roared, his laughter harsh and cruelly mocking. Mina didn’t care. In fact she clutched him harder, the sound sending her body thrumming with a frantic need for more. She screamed with pleasure as the watching orcs laughed.
“Humans always sluts for orc cock!” one bellowed.
Another had grabbed her mother, tearing Theresa’s fine gown from her. The older woman screamed as the orc thrust into her cunt, forcing her to her knees as he fucked her brazenly, his hands leaving streaks of blood on her mother’s pale flesh.
Mina’s face blazed with shame and pleasure. She rode the waves of her orgasm as Ghostheart pounded her pussy again. His huge form pressed against her near naked flesh, her nipple
s rubbing up and down against the contours of his muscular hide as he bounced her atop her shaft, driving her towards her next peak.
“Breed you,” Ghostheart growled. “Breed slave’s cunt. No collar,” he said savagely, tapping the dark ring around his throat. “Not this time. Won’t stop until slave is bred with orc seed!”
“Yes!” Mina screamed, surrendering to what she always knew she wanted but hadn’t dared admit. “Breed me Ghostheart! Breed me with orc pups! Ah! Ahn! F-fuck me! Fill me! I want your cum! Fill me with your cuuuuum!”
Ghostheart roared as he hilted himself within her. Mina screamed again as his body tightened, his hold on her bruising in its intensity.
And he came. She cried out with a new height of pleasure as his hot seed washed into her hot, fertile depths. She’d been afraid that night in the dungeons, surrounded by the scent of filth and slavery. But as his hot cum filled her aching depths, she felt only peace. A certainty that depraved as this was, it was what she truly wanted. She had never been the one to hold the leash and the lash. No. Her fate had been to wear the collar.
She came down, breath heaving from her. Ghostheart slowed, keeping his cock inside of her, plugging her pussy so that his seed couldn’t escape. She looked up to his painted face, his dark eyes alight with his terrible triumph over her.
“Why?” Mina gasped as she clung to his powerful form, her naked breasts pressed against him, her heart racing. “Why me?”
“You kind,” the orc said. His hands squeezed her ass painfully hard. “You deserve be my slut.”
Mina almost laughed in despair at his idea for mercy, but then he started to thrust again, and she could only moan and pant. She loved this, she realized with a suddenness that horrified her even as her body answered the rough fucking of her monstrous lover. She loved to be taken by this monster, stained by the blood of her father, her mother moaned and crying out as another orc bred her.
She came again, moaning, clutching the broad back of her feral lover. And as his seed boiled into her aching cunt, she knew she found her true place.
Epilogue
Mina watched from the hills as Novrod burned.
For three days it had. Awash in an orgy of blood and fire as slave turned on master. The final hold out of High Town had fallen, the noble wives and daughters dragged from their husbands and guardians, the treasures plundered. The screams of the dying filled the air. The moans of women as they were taken by the victorious orcs rampaging through the walls. Other monsters had spilled from cells and cages, bolstering the horde from the arena, flooding the streets, taking what they willed, burning what they didn’t.
Mina said nothing. Strange to say, she felt, in some way, satisfaction at the sight. That something had been righted in this world. She felt pity for the women even now being taken by the orcs, their gowns ripped to bare ample flesh and soft breast. Their wombs claimed with the virile seed of the creatures they once called savages.
But they would learn. As she had learned.
She stood near naked. Only a flimsy loincloth hung over her hips and barely covered her quim. A vest around her shoulders failed to cover her generous bust, pushing free of the cloth. Ghostheart’s old collar hung heavily around her neck. He had been a firm master in teaching her her new place, and had not tolerated any other clothing, and Mina had no wish to disobey. He’d taken a lash to her back the last time she’d objected. The pain had stung, but the raw fucking he’d given her after had more than made up for it.
There was more, of course. He ass still ached where Ghostheart had carved his mark into her firm bum, the wound treated with ash and woad to ensure it remained. The marking of his ownership throbbed with a dull pain she had accepted as merely another aspect of being her master’s slave. Ghostheart enjoyed pain. The inflicting of it under his own terms, something Mina found, to her shock, she was more than willing to endure.
But then, she would endure near anything for another taste of her master’s cock.
Around the hill other orcs and monsters filtered from the burning city, carrying plunder of treasures or women with them. The orgy of destruction done, most were content simply to lounge on the cool grass, though some were already enjoying their captured women, grunting as their cocks filled their captives, rags and breasts swaying as the sobbing survivors were taken. Somewhere down there, her mother lay, rutted with whichever brute had chosen her. She wondered without really caring if she would ever meet the woman again.
Mina sensed but didn’t hear her master approach through the dark. A tingle raced through her flesh as she felt the warmth of his body behind her. “City burns,” Ghostheart said.
She glanced at him. He stared with disinterest at the flaming pyre of humanity’s might. “Good,” she said. “Let it.”
He looked back to her, and she felt again that wave of heat pass over her. A needy lust for the brutish creature who loomed beside her. She saw again that flicker of light in his eyes. The thrill of the kill and expectation of true triumph. Her pussy grew damp with the sensation. How Ghostheart must enjoy it, she thought. To have the daughter of the one who owned him his eager slave.
He reached down, shoved aside her loincloth and cupped her pussy. Mina gasped, pushing her mound against his hand as his thick finger ran up her soft lower lips.
“Hrrr… Slave wet,” the orc observed.
“She is,” Mina moaned. She stepped forward, pressing her soft breasts against his chest. Her eyes found his, her hands stroking his scarred chest. “She’s wet at the sight of orcs conquering humans. Burning their city. She’s wet at the knowledge her master has won. Master. Please. Take me. Breed me before the burning city. I want it again.”
“You already carry young.”
Mina felt a thrum of excitement at the reminder. “Yes,” she sighed. “But please. Master. Take me. Make me yours again. Show me again Ghostheart’s might.”
Ghostheart eyed her. It could have been the flicker of shadow from the flames, but she knew she saw a smile. Cruel as it was on that tusked face, she didn’t care. In some way, she loved that he was cruel. That he had the courage to simply take her for his own.
His hand tightened on her cunt. She gasped, arching as he pushed her down onto the ground. She gasped as he forced her onto her hands and knees, soft ass raised like a bitch in heat. She looked back over her shoulders and into his burning eyes, her heart racing, her pussy aching.
“Breed me,” she moaned, wiggling her shapely bottom tantalizingly. “Master.”
Ghostheart growled. He grabbed her hips, lifted her lower body, and thrust his thick cock.
Mina arched, gasping as his thick manhood filled her depths. She moaned, her stomach fluttering as Ghostheart began to thrust into her.
“Yessss!” Mina moaned whorishly. “Yes! Fuck me master! Fuck your human slut! Ah! Ahn! Yes! P-please! Deeper! Oh! Oh yessss!”
Ghostheart growled deeper. His hips spanked her plump bottom with every thrust. The wet slap of flesh on flesh filling the clearing. Other orcs were taking their women, cries of despair sounding through the night, but Mina heard more than a few moans of delight. Of women at last admitting what their bodies had long ago known. That their true purpose was to be bred. To be taken by the savage creatures they’d once watched kill each other.
She threw back her head, pussy spasming around his cock in the tightening of her orgasm. “Yesss! Ghostheart! Cum in me! Breed my human pussy again! Make me your slut! Your slave! Never… ahn… never stop!”
Ghostheart chuckled, a sound she had never heard before. “I be kind,” he grunted. “I breed.”
He gave a final powerful thrust and came. Mina moaned as the familiar heat of his cum filled her shuddering quim. As her lover pulled out and laid back on the grass, she snuggled against him, inhaling that wonderful scent of musk and sweat that had first called her to his side.
“Where do we go?” she asked.
“Mertovsk.”
Mina felt a shiver race down her spine. “The Dead City.”
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br /> Ghostheart nodded. Mina swallowed thickly. Mertovsk. The ancient capital of the empire, destroyed in some magical event lost to the texts of history. It was a place of dark tales and monstrous things. Few villages dotted those cursed lands. It was from there that monstrous beasts were said to creep from and into civilized lands.
“Why there, master?” she asked, stroking his powerful chest, tracing the lines of scars and old wounds.
“World changing,” the orc said. He glanced down at her, dark eyes flickering with the killing flame. “Soon, human be monster sluts. Slaves.”
Her heart beat quicker at such a thought. Could they? Could the monsters do such a thing? Were there enough to attempt such a conquest? But then she glanced again at the fires of the burning city. Her hand tightened on his chest. “How?”
Ghostheart grunted. “Ask too many questions,” he said. He grabbed her head and pushed her back towards the thick pole of his shaft. “Better use for mouth.”
Mina smiled again, pushing thoughts of the future from her mind. “Yes,” she said, crawling atop him. “Master.” Her lips closed around his cock, and she began to bob atop her master’s shaft as the city she once called home blackened to ash.
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Book Two
Vengeance of the Red Witch
By Amanda Clover and Jay Aury
@amandasmut
Cover artwork by Deilan12
Map of the Empire of Istanov
Her Special Day
It was everything Julyana Stavov could hope for in a bridal gown. Lovingly she ran her fingers through the lace which framed the collar, plucking at the sleeves and admiring openly the long train which slipped down its back.
“It looks wonderful on you, mistress,” Nina crooned.
“It does, doesn’t it?” Julyana giggled, giving a slight twirl. The lacy white gown fanned out about her, fluttering through the air before settling on the curve of her bum and against her heavy breasts. Shapely would best describe the young princess. Her breasts were ample swells against the gentle white fabric, her bottom and hips pushing out her skirt wide about her ankles. Her red hair, normally wild and long, had been done up in a long braid, topped with a crystal tiara.
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