Bandits V2

A few hours had passed since Gro had hauled her booty back to camp, oh and the bag full of weapons and armor too, and was chowing down on the last of the lamb Rita and Trish had cooked together, when two distinct sounds reverberated from outside. Arrows? Gro thought, the window blinds were shut and she didn't want the humans outside to be able to peer in if she were to take a peek out the window. The three Orcs wasted no time in arming themselves with whatever arms were at hand. Zoe with her warhammer, Gob with a simple sword and shield, and Gro donned the mace and shield.

"Carl, go outside and see what these vagrants want." Gro commanded, Carl was a man and as such was an expendable pawn in her plans, even if whoever outside opened fire on him and managed to kill him, it was all he was ever going to be worth anyways. Gro walked with him to the door but before he opened it Gro placed a hand on his shoulder. "Respond with whatever I tell you to respond with, and don't look to me when I speak just keep your eyes ahead like I'm not even here." Gro explained, letting go of his shoulders. Carl opened the door to be greeted with the site of a bunch of roughed up bandits, bloodied and muddied from head to toe, there were two archers primed and aiming at him while the remaining bandits were unsheathed and had surrounded the entrance to Carl's house.

"Hand over the weapons you stole and we might let you live, maybe we'll even let your family go without getting ****... maybe." The scarred bandit leader said with a sinister dark tone. Carl blinked, Gro didn't say anything so he spoke of his own volition. "What weapons? We're simple farm-" Before he could finish another word an arrow flew through the air and landed on the outside of his houses door frame, a warning shot that startled Carl.

"Don't play FUCKING stupid with me, pig shit! We followed the big ass tracks you left up that hill to this corn field. You telling me whoever carried all those sets of shields and weapons in a sack is gonna travel farther than this here house? Who the FUCK DO YOU THINK I AM? AN IDIOT?!" The leader shouted that last bit, the bandit archer who had fired the arrow had already nocked another arrow and was back to aiming at him. Gro whispered in his ear.

"You're right, I'm sorry for lying! Please just come in and get them, but don't hurt my family!" Carl put on a show to the best of his abilities. The bandit leader smirked and signaled for his archers to stand down, the bandits approached the house, pleased with the submissive response they had provoked, maybe they'd stay here for a while and make full use out of whatever female tenants the house has to offer.

"I wanna have a big ol' chat with that traitor Karl as well, he thinks th-" the bandit leader was struck in the chin as he put one foot in the doorway, the blow sending his teeth hurling through the air and unhinging his jaw from its socket, the impact had surely killed him. Like lightning Gro had pounced out of the doorway and swung her mace at the bandit leader, and along with herself, her companions Gob and Zoe exited the door behind her, and with that they trounced the bandits as quick as they could, setting upon them without mercy

"ORCS!" One bandit yelled out in surprise, before being beheaded by Gobs swift swipe of her long sword. While Gob and Zoe focused the infantry, Gro engaged the two archers that were attempting to flee. With her mace she swung at both of their ribs with cross section swipes, causing them to keel over in agony, breaking many bones, crushing various organs and causing their bodies to go into shock before passing out and eventually bleeding to ****. Not a pleasant way to go, to say the least.

Without mercy and with a ferocious 'leave no man alive' attitude, the Orcs managed to butcher the pack of nine bandits that had disturbed their good times, within 30 seconds no less. Gro gave a head count as she piled all the bodies up on a wheeled cart that the farmers used to transport vegetables, she counted nine as expected and sighed in relief, those bandit archers almost managed to escape, one actually might had if they had split up from the other and lost her in the corn fields. The word of a bandit wasn't exactly trust worthy but you never know, he might have friends elsewhere, or he might be able to pass as a citizen within human cities if he lacked a bounty, and then his words would carry some weight. Either way it was really important to make sure no one survived.

"Wouldn't it have been best if we had lead them inside and turned them? Then we'd have a little more muscle if we're going to take down this mining town." Zoe commented, picking her nails on the porch, paying more interest to the dirt under her nails than she did to the current situation at hand.

"I have a few reasons for why I didn't go that route, number one; I wanted to test our fighting strength vs a band of human warriors, and number two; there's already an issue of space accommodating any more slaves, I don't want to waste much more sleeping space on men." Gro concluded walking up to the house and picking up a couple shovels. Trish at that moment opened the door and peered outside.

"Are they gone? What happened masters?" From within she could see the rest of the corrupted family peering outside through either the door or the window blinds. Gro held two shovels against her shoulder as she walked back to the cart. "Gob, get your ass to work and haul this Cart." Gro commanded, Gob knew better than to argue and did as she was told, pulling the cart as she followed Gro through the entrance way between the corn fields. Zoe being left as the baby sitter walked back inside and shut the door.

"Just some bandits that's all, and they're all dead now. Forget all that, which one of you wants to go for a ride?" Zoe changed the tune rather quickly, thrusting her hips seductively, the house was overcome with conflict over who gets Zoe's dick. However outside there was work to be done, and quite a bit of it.

Gro and Gob had walked the overfilled cart just outside of the corn fields, close to the forests treeline, it was away from the nearby village and away from the roads so was the most ideal place to start digging. Gro handed Gob a shovel and the two of them set out digging a mass grave, nothing fancy and nothing too deep, just something to hide the bodies while also keeping them enough away so as to not stink out the farm house. Gro had already looked over the bodies and was unimpressed, once more the armor wouldn't fit them and the weapons they had looted from the mercenaries were of far better quality. All these dead bandits were just a burden now, and the quicker they got rid of the bodies the sooner Gro could go back to enjoying one of her cum buckets.

It was about an hour or so later but Gob and Gro had dug a sizable hole that was deep enough and generously wide, satisfied with their project they tossed the corpses into the hole with no gentleness or respect, like a messed up game of tetris they stacked bodies on top of bodies until the hole was filled and there were no more corpses remaining on the cart. With the hard part over they began to pile the dirt back on, just as Gro was finishing up with the remaining piles of unearthed dirt, she heard a crack, her eyes that were already mindful of her surroundings darted to the treeline not even 100ft away, at first she readied her mace as a knee jerk reaction but soon steadied herself and grinned a toothy grin, showing off those all too feral set of canines.

The intruder who had broke the branch also had the same initial reaction, first there was one but then three more behind her followed suit as they made their way towards the burial site. Four well toned Orcs of various skin tones approached Gro and Gob with their own set of smiles. It wasn't long until both leaders were face to face, wasting no time in embracing one another in a masculine hug.

"What are the chances of two Orc groups meeting up? What a small world!" The leader of the new group laughed a hearty laugh, relieved that she had not alerted a human group with her clumsiness. Releasing Gro from the hug the two leaders stood before one another.

"Small enough for anyone who isn't an Orc some day." Gro fired back in banter. "I'm Captain Gro, this is my subordinate Gob, my other subordinate, Zoe, is inside with the breeding mares." Gro introduced herself, extending her hand out for a handshake, the other Orc captain clasped her hand around Gro's eagerly.

"I'm Captain Dem, these are my subordinates, from left to right" Dem turned around and pointed at the Orcs in turn with an open handed pointing. "Ren, Fay, and Ale." Dem laughed at that last part. "If you value your booze then you'd do well to hide it around that one, she's an absolute fiend for the stuff." Ale grinned in an agreeable way. As the two captains finished shaking hands they got down to business.

"So what are you doing around these parts, we were told that there would be a few bands of Orcs surfacing around our area but I don't believe your group was supposed to be one of them." Gro questioned. "We're just scouting into the mainland, my group was meant to surface to the very eastern corner of the Grey land but we ended up surfacing in Green land because the soil was quicker to dig through. We ended up way ahead of schedule because of this and so instead of surfacing a week ago like we should have in Grey territory, we surfaced about three weeks ago in Green territory and got a head start taking over the Elves." Dem boasted, pride filling her as she spoke, Gro was shocked to hear this, Dem's group must have been the first to surface and must be way ahead of schedule.

"Undetected?" Gro asked incredulously, Dem could only grin wider. "Undetected, we've managed to take over a walled Village, only within the past few days have we cemented our full control on the village but we managed it, 60 Elven villagers at our command. I left 3 Orcs behind overseeing things and us four decided we would explore into the fatherland to gather intel and we hoped we'd meet another Orc group, we were a little apprehensive about that last hope but we're glad to see we were wrong to be apprehensive, everything seems to be going fine over here." She smirked as she looked at the freshly dug burial hills, mocking Gro with her tone. Gro hid her dis-contempt at that snide comment well, she knew how things looked but really things were going better for Gro's group in other ways.

"They were nothing but fodder, humans truly are utterly hopeless in a fair and orthodox fight." Earning her a laugh from Dem's group. "That's true for the Elves at least two fold, the only thing they have going for them is their high walls, sharp eyes and even sharper arrows, once they're within your grasp you can just..." Dem makes a squeezing / **** motion with her hands. "Snap their little necks." She continues to laugh.

"But hey, if things start getting a little too much for you over here, you can always move in with our group, here let me show you where we're at." Dem handed Gro a human published and professional map, straight from the empires printing publisher, on the map was a marked X in the Elven territory, close to the Grey border. Gro took the map and noted that Ren was also jotting down Gro's location on her own map, she assumed anyway.

"It's nice of you to offer but we have a plan in mind that we intend to complete." Gro grabbed Ren's map and jotted down a close estimate to where the mining town was, marking it with her own X. "This town here is where we plan to set up a birthing pool, if you're trying to find us later we'll likely be set up here. We'll send word to your little village when we're comfortable in our town." Gro fired back to Dem's prior comment subtly, after all her aspirations didn't just lie in a village, nor so in just a town. If Dem took any offense by that comment she also did well to conceal it.

"It's good to see you have big dreams sister, if you ever need any help don't be a stranger." Dem put a hand on her shoulder and patted it a few times, almost condescendingly. "We've really gotta head back though, it's almost sundown." True enough, the sun was starting to set and the sky was a deep orange. Waving their farewells the new group headed back into the eastern forest, heading back towards the Elven border, no doubt it had took them several days to get to this point, they must have a long trek back.

When the group was far enough away Gro turned to Gob, who was finishing off shoveling the remaining piles of dirt. "If things all go to plan, me and that bitch may have to fight each other in the Trident some day." A sadistic grin plastered Gro's face. "I'll make her eat her words." With a shake of the shovel to remove all of the dirt left on her tool she trotted back to the farm house with Gob in tow. Gob didn't understand her captains words, to her that exchange was just friendly banter and exchanging of intel.

Entering the house they resumed the remainder of the nights nefarious and lewd actives.