The Break-In

It had been an uneventful day for the Orcs, Gro was tempted to plow her breeding stock like usual the night before, but she had a big day, or more appropriately a big night ahead of her. What they were attempting wasn't trivial or without risk, and she needed to be in tip top physique to give herself and her group the best chances of pulling this all off.

Gro was sat on her comfy bed, surrounded by her fleshly possessions that curled around her in embrace, the farmers women that she had conquered stroked at her muscles, running finger tips across her skin comfortingly. Gro wordlessly stared out of her second floor window at the setting sun, while she wanted to give into their temptations she knew that restraint was what made her people strong, the former males of her kind had no restraint when it came to sex - or warfare for that matter, that must certainly be why they were almost wiped out.

"You will return for us, won't you?" Trish spoke, the brunette mother of three and former wife of Carl, homeowner of the current house she and her band of Orcs were currently living in. The naked middle aged **** broke the silence in the room, Gro looked to meet her gaze, her eyes full of sincere concern. It would be awesome to just throw the willing fuck hole to the floor right now and have her way with the horny mess of a mother, but the keyword today being restraint, Gro decided to keep herself under control.

"Of course I will, I'm not the type to give away any of my property, unlike your wimpy husbands." Gro smirked, knowing down the hall Gob or Zoe might be giving into their own urges and treating both Carl and James to degrading sex acts to demean them as men. Trish and Rita moaned at the comment, riling them up a little at the notion of their husbands being cuckolded in this way. Rita couldn't help herself and rubbed her perk breasts into Gro's smooth back.

"No you're nothing like my husband, you take what's yours." Rita moaned into Gro's ear. Gro felt her body heat up, even the blood coursing through her veins and decided she needed to get up and move before she gave in. These damn humans were insatiable cum whores, tempting her constantly with their lewd bodies. Gro got up much to her slaves audible disappointment.

"Don't you worry, when I next send for you, I'll be sure to show you EXACTLY who you belong to, right in front of your husbands too!" Trish and Rita began fingering themselves to the thought, getting up and leaving the room, Gro was greeted by the sight of both Zoe and Gob who were waiting, arms crossed outside of both of their closed bedroom doors.

"Come on capt'n! it's time to leave!" Gob sounded jolly as always, Gro noticed a damp spot at her crotch area, clearly she hadn't managed to restrain herself with James, Carl, Karl or Grimsby. Catching your disproving stares she chuckled. "Boys rule girls drool!" she laughed out, as if reading Gro's mind.

"Time to head out, remember no funny business now, this shit is serious." Gro cautioned, and with that the trio head out of the house and towards the treeline. Leaving the house, Gro couldn't help but appreciate the residence for perhaps the final time. Walking through the corn fields and into the trees, Gro's group marched it's way beside the dirt roads that held the occasional traveling band of either merchants or armed guards. The place was probably still abuzz due to the recent bandit attack, and the local town guards from nearby must have been sent out to deal with them - little did they know that Gro had already dealt with them, and with the guards being outside of the town instead of inside, it would potentially make Gro's job getting inside the castle walls a little easier. That thought alone was reassuring to Gro.

Gro's group trekked through the woodland just as she had done before, until they came across the mountain cliff face that she had climbed to scout the town out before. The group began climbing the crumbly rocks, and shimmied up it's many ledges and winding passageways until the group was at the mountains summit, it was there that she saw that overhanging ledge that she could jump off of, and with the Orcs superior athletic ability, jump and land on the castle walls without hurting themselves.

Finally finding themselves in line with the jump, Gro looked to her comrades, her fellow sisters and gave a nod. She would show them how it's done, as a leader should. Gro looked over the ledge and gauged her landing zone, happy with her calculations she walked back to the group, turned back to the ledge and gave a strong running jump over the cliff edge. Feeling the wind whirling through her hair she landed as deftly as a 6' 5 Orc could manage.

Looking up at her sisters who were looking down at her, making sure that she had made it safely, Gro gave them a node to signal them to follow her lead. Looking back at her surroundings she noted that the castle had no wall based sentries, clearly this town felt lax enough to not guard it properly, perhaps this was due to having gone so long without breach, leaving the guards lazy in their duty to secure the castles perimeter. Well they were going to wish they had been a little more cautious. With a thud behind her, she felt one of her sisters land, she snuck closer and closer to the tower that was connected to the castles wall. Another thud accompanied the first, her other sister having cleared the jump as well.

Gro and her group made it to the tower's wall-entrance, opening it the group entered into a dimly lit room, only illuminated by a single bedside candle that was almost burnt down to the bottom of the wick. The beds lay unused, so that begged the question of where the guards were. They weren't on the wall, they weren't in bed, where could they be then? Gro mused as she and her sisters snaked up the spiral staircase leading up to the top of the tower.

At the very top Gro stopped in her place, causing the other Orcs to stop as well, Gro confirmed her visual, a guard was stood at the top, now facing the side of where she and her sisters had jumped in from. They had been lucky, he must not have been facing there before and so hadn't sounded the alarms. Gro felt very lucky, but also scolded herself for having missed this sentry. Sneaking up on the sole guard, Gro thrusted her elbow to the side of his temple, knocking him out instantly. Gro ordered Gob to carry him downstairs and put him to bed, with a little luck he'll just think he'd gone to bed.

When Gob had finished her task and returned to the group, Gro set to the second half of her plan. From the towers windows, you could jump from one ledge to the castles balcony ledge and make it inside the inner castle walls. Gro gave her surroundings a good look before she jumped from the tower window, grabbing onto the balcony ledge above her, pulling herself up using her powerful upper body strength. Gob and Zoe soon followed her example and joined her on the balcony floor. Before Gro opened the door they heard noise from within, the three of them hugged the wall as a light source passed by the glass windows from within.

"Now Demure, you must start taking the princes requests more seriously, lest I remind you who you serve." A black suited, silver haired butler from within spoke, he looked regal and important, almost certainly the head butler within the castle walls. He was followed by a meek looking servant girl, dressed up in a maid uniform, she looked jittery and unsure, she was clearly new to this line of work.

"H-he asked me to wash his... His genitals, I h-have a husband! You know the good lord frown upon such adultery, Sebastian!" With a twirl the butler spun around on his heal and delivered a harsh slap to the young maids face, the **** sending her to the floor and landing on her behind. Looking down on her coldly, his eyes like ice conveying nothing but contempt that he had to baby sit such trash.

"That'll be Lord Seid to you, trash. Sebastian is my first name, and only the Baron, Baroness and young prince can address me as such." He span his ring back in place, the **** of the impact had left a cut on her cheek where the ring had impacted her flesh. "And the good lord demands servility to the crown, does he not? Refusing to serve the crown is a much more punishable crime than the lack of loyalty to ones husband. Now come along you deplorable sow." With that she picked herself up and followed the aged man, she had long since learnt not to speak back to him and other such authority figures in the town.

With that the two walked on down the hall and into what Gro could only guess was the servants quarters. When Gro was sure they were gone, she opened the balcony door and scurried in, followed by her merry band of **** Orcs. Gro walked down the hall from where the two servants had come from, it wasn't long until she came across the stairwell that the two servants had almost certainly come from. Gro began climbing the stairs as quietly as possible, until the group had climbed them to the very top, the summit of the castle would almost certainly be where they'd find whoever was in charge here.

Walking down the hallway, which was covered in suits of armors, portraits and artworks, guilded wall decor and various displays of luxury lining the walls and hallways. Just as Gro was half way down the hallway she heard plated footsteps coming from the end of the hallways to her left, followed by a light source that got brighter and brighter. Quickly Gro and her group shuffled into a singular, tight hallway leading to a locked door, Gro cursed her luck, she would simply have to risk it all right now. Suddenly a snobbish voice rang out down the hall.

"That whore of a maid refused me! have her disciplined by Simon for me, and make sure when she next comes back to serve me, that she'll do so with a smile!" The childish voice echoed through the halls the guards voiced their affirmation and began marching down the halls again. "Quickly now! Lest you wish to share her fate!" The guards sped past the hallways that the Orcs were clinging to now, Gro felt relieved that the young prince had ordered them to go fast, had they spotted them there it was game over.

With a slam of the door, the prince returned to his quarters, before Gro was about to set off back on her destination, another door opened from the direction Gro had come in from. From what Gro could faintly tell, the room was the dining hall, out from which came a pair of maids dressed just like Demure from before, however they were observably more experienced.

"Now that the young lord Sivion is burning 18 candles, he's finally of age to marry. I wonder who the Baron will marry him off to?" The first maid spoke, the second one giggled. "I heard there's a preciously sweet princess the town over who has also just reached marital age, I bet they'll marry under a cherrywood tree just like they do in the sonnets. How romantic!" She swooned, the two giggled as they descended down the stairwell.

Gro and the group finally carried on uninterrupted this time. The group stopped at the door the prince had come out of.