Venus holds out and begins her plan

Venus moaned and ground against his fingers. His cock slid against the shapely groove of her branded ass, and she gasped to feel the corkscrew shape. A tool to breed. To **** his young upon any woman of his choosing. She felt hot. Her vision swam in the green light of the fire. Gods she wanted him. She wanted him to take her like a breeding sow.

But though Venus was a ****, she had been a Shadow Hunter, and even as pleasure at the orc chief’s rough handling made her squirm, she knew the task that needed to be done.

“Mighty Karuuk,” Venus groaned. She turned her head, panting, reaching up and stroking the orc chief’s face leering over her shoulder. “It will save…save so many men. Yours and my master’s.”

“Yes,” Karuuk said, growing impatient as he continued to grope and crush her pliant flesh in his massive fingers.

“It would be worth…worth forty percent of treasure and slaves.”

Karuuk snarled. His hand abandoned her breast and grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him. “Twenty of all the spoils!”

“Thirty,” Venus panted.

“Damn you! Thirty of the treasure. Twenty of the slaves. And only if I can have you tonight!”

Venus’s heart trilled with desire and her body burned with need. “Done! But not my cunt, mighty chief. Malkor has claimed my first born.”

“Damn him! Fine!”

Karuuk grabbed Venus and threw her violently atop the furs. She hit it with a gasp and then he was on her. The orc flipped her onto her stomach and wrenched her ass into the air. Venus had time enough to brace her arms before his cock plunged into her.

She cried out as the shape of his cock pressed against her inner walls, easing his way in, only to cling and stroke her tender flesh as he pulled back. His hips slapped her shapely cheeks as he drove into her. Though not as large as Malkor he was fairly sized, and made up for it in his brutal handling. She melted to the rugs, breasts crushed beneath her, Venus mewling helplessly to his touch as gripped her hips, grey fingers digging into her flesh and hard nails making her gasp in pain. He hammered home, drawing out then forcing himself back in. Venus jolted forward and back, her breasts chafing at the soft fur.

Karuuk took her hard and fast. One arm bracing her, her other hand found her quim and took over where Karuuk had stopped, frantically teasing herself. He suddenly slapped her fingers away.

“Not until I am done, whore!”

“Yes!” Venus cried. “Forgive me!”

“We’ll see.”

Venus whimpered as his hand slapped her thigh, then stroked the pure flesh of the unbranded cheek possessively. She clenched her ass against his root, **** to give him more pleasure. She needed him. “Harder,” she gasped. “Please ! Ugh! H-harder!”

“Damn that Malkor,” Karuuk snarled. “Had I found you first, I would keep you leashed to my hand forever and taken you every night!”

The thought made Venus’s heart beat faster. The image of her crouching beside the mighty orc in his geat throne, her iron collar bound to his strong hands by a length of cord, displayed to visiting subjects, envious creatures who dared not touch her no matter how much they desired made her cunt grow warmer still and her ass to ache with desire. She drove herself harder against him, meeting his thrusts with her own.

“Cum in me,” she gasped. “Fill me chieftain!”

“Call me master!”

“Master!” Venus cried, the sound growing to a howl as every muscle tensed in orgasm. Karuuk growled throatily and plunged himself into her, driving her face into the musky furs, holding her there as his cock throbbed and came, filling her with his hot seed. “Masterrrr!” Venus moaned as her own orgasm lifted her into the bliss of utter subjugation.

For a moment they crouched there, locked in the height of pleasure.

Karuuk suddenly pushed her from his cock and, boneless, Venus fell to the rugs. She felt his warm seed dribble from her taint and giggled in the headiness of pleasure.

Karuuk lounged among the furs, looking down in satisfaction at the Venus, her skin glowing an abused pink in the green glow of the smokeless flames. He could see the imprints of his fingers remain starkly present like ten red scars against her flesh.

“Come here, ****,” Karuuk ordered.

On shaking limbs Venus made to rise.

“No.” She paused, looking uncertain at the orc. He grinned down at her. “Crawl.”

Again that shiver of delighted servitude coursed through her. Her ass swaying, still leaking his seed, she crawled on hands and knees to the orc. She pressed herself to his side, moaning as his fingers once more found her still tender cunny, and idly began to stroke her.

“Tell me your plan.”

Venus did. She watched the orc’s face grow slowly thoughtful as she spoke. He nodded slowly once she had finished. “It is a good plan,” he said. “But what do I need you for it? I have human slaves who would serve.”

“But not to trust,” Venus said, pressing herself yet closer against him, her idle hands running over his massive form. “They would more than likely betray you as soon as they were through. And I saw the stakes, chief Karuuk, where you tie the slaves you brought. They would not pass for villagers come for shelter. You have abused them too much.”

“You seemed to enjoy it,” Karuuk observed.

“Well,” Venus said, stroking the orc’s chiselled chest. “One needs to be equal to the task of serving one such as you,” she purred.

Karuuk snorted, but remained thoughtful.

Venus watched the orc. More went on behind his eyes that night than what he said. Wheels turned in that evil mind. She squirmed against him, pulling herself up so her lips could reach his ear. Her tongue flicked out, running along the lobe before she took it in her lips and sucked. “And after all, master, it would be good to have Malkor on good terms. The minotaurs will be needed if I fail. They alone can take the gate. Your tribe are too few and ill equipped.”

“Yes,” the orc growled. “This is true. Damn them but it is. Of course, had the minotaurs refused, I may have simply been **** to take them first. I could not risk them going to the other side.”

Venus felt a weight drop in her stomach at those words. She trembled and Karuuk glanced down her way. He grinned, snaking an arm about her waist and clutching her ass with a large hand. She gasped as his fingers eclipsed Malkor’s brand. “Not to worry,” he growled. “You have succeeded for you master. And I would have made sure to spare you even if the battle been joined. Such a **** would be invaluable in the coming days.”

Though her horror was not lessened, she felt a curious thrill at the though he valued her so highly. Almost immediately she was overwhelmed by self loathing. She hid it from the orc behind a beatific smile.

“Then, shall I go and inform my master?”

“Noy yet,” Karuuk grinned, tugging her closer against his side. His corkscrew cock began to swell again with renewed arousal. “I have you for the night. And I intend to use it.”

Venus gasped and her breath grew heavy. “Please, no marks,” she murmured. “I still need to enter their keep.”

“We’ll see, slut,” Karuuk grinned.

To his credit he did not leave any permanent marks where they could be seen. But he made the most of the time. He did not take her cunt, but every other part of her he abused for his pleasure. By the time she staggered from the tent come morning, her skin was scarlet from his possessive hands and her ass ached from taking his cock. Her stomach was heavy with swallowed seed and her tongue remembered well the taste of his cum. Orcs saw her pass and nudged one another, laughing to themselves as she passed them by, but she gave their coarse words little heed. They knew nothing of what she had accomplished.

Malkor received her report thoughtfully. Eventually he nodded. “Well done, ****. You have salvaged this expedition.” He stood, towering over her in a mass of dark fur and muscle. Taking her, he pressed her affectionately against his chest. “You have served me well.”

Her lashes fluttered, a sigh escaping her at his tender affection and praise. Though it lacked the harsh pleasure and ragged delight’s of Karuuk’s ****, she felt his strength and his confident ownership over her. He wasted no time in guiding her to a tree, stripping her of her clothes and satisfying the ache in her cunt.

In the midst of this Karuuk arrived. Clothed again, he paused, some expression Venus could not place flashing across face as he watched her ride Malkor’s cock.

“Greetings Malkor. I see you are rewarding your ****.”

Malkor grinned, his hands on Venus’s hips as he bounced her on his lap. “A reward for success.”

“To serve should be enough.” Karuuk shrugged and beckoned. One of his orcs came forward bearing some rough spun clothing in a small basket. “A disguise for your ****. I doubt what she wore last night would fool them long. They were taken from one of the farms we overtook as we came near.”

Malkor nodded and gave one of Venus’s tits a squeeze, his large fingers pinching her rigid nipple. “Thank the chief.”

“Th-thank you, chief Ka-ah-ruuk!” venus gasped.

“Hm.” Karuuk eyed the pair a moment more, then left.

Malkor soon finished with Venus, cumming deep within her. Warm with the afterglow, Venus examined the clothes. Peasant stock, notably lacking in undergarments she found. She tried them on and though they fit, she was once again struck by the discomfort of such obscuring clothes.

Malkor left her to rest and recover from the day’s events. When evening came he returned along with Karuuk and several smaller orcs.

“Come. Let us see if you are more than talk, ****,” the orc chief growled.

Quickly Venus gathered up the peasant’s clothes and followed the orc. Malkor rose to go with them but Karuuk held up a hand. “Not this night minotaur. This needs stealth, and strong you may be, but you make more sound than a herd of graatchin.”

Malkor frowned. He stood at his full height, leather faintly creaking at the swell of his muscles. The orcs with Karuuk nervously gave ground but the chieftain stood steadily before the minotaur. Once more Venus was struck by the two monsters. Paragons of raw masculinity. She felt heat coil in her stomach and tingle across her skin and cunt at the sight. However, Malkor eventually grunted and sat down once more. “We will watch, ****, for your sign. And one thing more.”

Malkor beckoned for her, and curious, Venus approached. She saw what he wanted and kneeled before him, head bowed submissively. Then she felt his hands on her collar. She gasped and moved to slap away his hands, but caught his eyes. Reluctantly, she lowered her arms.

“Though you do not wear it, ****,” the minotaur said as he removed the heavy collar. “You carry my mark still. And you will never forget to who you belong.”

“Yes master,” Venus murmured dejectedly.

Malkor sighed and stowed away the collar.

Karuuk smirked a little at the victory and walked towards Venus. His hand covered her ass, squeezing the cheek as he turned her about and made her walk forward. Malkor watched, a dark mass in the evening shadows as she and Karuuk vanished among the trees.

As they slipped among the foliage, Venus watched the scouts. Her skill in woodcraft enabled her to pick them out, but they were good. She was not surprised the orcs had evaded detection yet. “You should not antagonize him like that,” Venus said in a low tone once the scouts were ahead.

“Why not?’ Karuuk growled, his palm slipping along the crack of her ass, thumb teasing the strip of fabric pressed between her cheeks.

Venus shuddered and felt her arousal grow again. “Malkor is strong and leads many good troops. You should want his help. Not his ire.”

“He will respect the dominion of his betters,” Karuuk growled.

“He is no ****. He will not bend. Only break in ****. And you will lose a mighty ally.”

Karuuk frowned deeply, but her words seemed to have hit. He was pensively quiet and even ceased fondling Venus, to her mixed relief and disappointment.

Night had near fallen by the time a scout materialized ahead and nodded. Quietly as she could, Venus followed the orcs. The trees ended on a small hill, below the forest washing into the dip of a valley, before rising suddenly once more.

There Venus saw Blackstone, and she understood the need of Malkor’s minotaurs.

The town was built atop a rocky hill in the middle of the vale. Sheer stone rock climbed at a sharp slope, which then arose a wooden palisade. She could see that the hill continued to rise past the walls, and with it, the village. Houses looked out with glowing windows from over the tall walls. A single gate lay at the end of a ramp climbing up the slope. At the foot of the hill lay open fields, no cover for attackers. Unless the orcs had brought siege engines, Venus saw the only way in was through the front gate, and a bloody fight up it against whatever defense the village could muster. And out in the wilds of the borderlands, where men fought for their lands, Venus knew it would be hard won.

“Well, ****?” Karuuk murmured. “Still think you can?”

Venus gave a steady nod as she observed the town. “By tomorrow night, the gates shall open, and the town will be yours.”

She gasped as Karuuk suddenly grabbed her. The orc pressed himself against her, hands shoving aside her vest and molding her heavy breasts in his massive hands. “Do it. And I will fuck you into the ground like the monster whore you are.”

Venus shuddered at his handling. She ground her ass against his pelvis, needing the aching cock in her once more. Karuuk growled and suddenly pulled away.

“Not yet. Not yet. But bring me Blackstone, and after I plunder it, I’ll take every one of your holes.”

Trembling with desire, Venus nodded and stumbled down the hill.

The cool air recovered her somewhat. In haste she undressed among the trees, hiding the skimpy garb of her slavery in the tangled roots of an oak. She touched her neck, and a sudden remorse consumed her to find the heavy presence of her collar absent. She shook herself, steeling her will. “For my masters,” she murmured and hastily donned the peasant dress. She hated the clothes at once. Unflattering and dumpy, she felt ugly in it. No one could see her curves or envy its touch. She scoffed. The girls of the village would be glad to be shown the truth like she had been.

Soon she was ready, and quietly padded the way towards the village. She saw a red light as men lit the torches at the doors for the night, and she hurried, knowing soon they may deny her entrance. She dashed up the slope, frantically waving her arm, rapidly thinking of what to say.