Bandits

Happy with her start to the morning, Gro got up out of her chair, out the door and sauntered through the hall and now into the communal living area where she was greeted by the sight of Zoe and Gob getting treated to a mixed Carl and James family blowjob.

"Boys are the best!~" Gob chirped in appreciation as she sat on chair by the dining room table, she had James and Carl licking and suckling away at her modest length, deviating from sucking her balls and lovingly worshiping her mast periodically. Zoe sat next to her within arms reach, she made a disproving noise at Gob's deceleration.

"Why would you ever want a guy when there are so many women here? Look at these plump little things." Zoe grabbed Lisa's lips inbetween her index finger and thumb and lead her away from her cock so that Gob could see her better, massaging her lower lip seductively with her green thumb. Lisa moaned out with a flush plastered across her face, Zoe's musk hitting her full **** and causing her love juices to pool on the floor along with her fellow sister slaves also blowing Zoe, Stacy and Sage, not related by blood of course but now that they were Orc slaves they'd all become one big family.

Rita, Trish and Sophia were all off to the side, cooking, cleaning or otherwise awaiting every beck and call. Gro would of liked to have joined them, but being the dutiful captain of her group she decided that surveillance of the area was probably a better use of her time. After all she would need a better lay of the land if she is to some day conquer it for herself.

Gro signaled Zoe who was the only one not lost in her own world that she was heading out, to which she nodded. Picking the fire poker up from the table by the door she head out into the sun. The summer time heat surely was something else, in the caves she had been told about such heat and had always dreamed of basking in it, and while that dream had been fulfilled she was starting to see the benefits of hiding out in the shade too.

Brought out of her musings as she exited the corn field and with her vision unhindered she took in the sights. There was a hill with a large rock atop alongside a tall tree that caste a large shadow, it was a good a place as any to get a better vantage point so she headed on, after a good 10 minutes she found herself at the top, looking around she saw the town center, it seemed moderately busy as she watched caravan come and go down the trade roads, another caravan of metals coming from the mining town she had staked out, watching the caravan this time however she noted the presence of armed guards, all on horseback and suited up in armor and with sizable weapons. They certainly looked well trained and well equipped. Mercenary guards? Gro wondered.

She watched the caravan down the road until suddenly it happened, the sounds of battle cries pricked her ears and the visual of adversaries pouncing out of the bushes and letting loose volleys of arrows at the carriages horses, killing both leading horses with the accurate fire of the bandits arrows.

Gro looked on entrapped by the fight, this was her first time witnessing the inner conflict between any race, and was happy to see it was humans. Orcs never had such problems, their unity and brotherhood (sisterhood now?) would never be brought into conflict over such monetary means.

The battle was hard fought, the bandits were less equipped, but had tactically out maneuvered the mercenaries by use of ambush and utilizing the areas geometry to fight the mounted horsemen. Gro had approached the fight being sure to keep to whatever line of sight breaks that she could, tree's, rock walls, fences and hollows in the ground, the fight war nearing its peak, many men on both sides had already perished until the unthinkable happened, while setting up a defensive line the mercenaries had managed to mount their own horsemen onto the cart and off it went, the small band of remaining mercenaries managed to secure to loot and hauled out of there as fast as possible. There was still a number of bandits remaining, Gro counted 10. She wondered if she could take them all if she picked up one of the guards long sword.

"FUCK! SHIT! FUCKING SHIT!" A heavily scarred bandit vented out in frustration, followed by other such obscenities by the remaining bandits left behind. "ALL OF THAT! FOR NOTHING?! FUCK!" The scarred bandit threw his helmet to the ground as if to punctuate his anger. The other bandits definitely agree'd with that sentiment.

"You!" He pointed to a young bandit. "Pick up my helmet, the rest of you come pick up our fallen, move them back to the camp site, see if we can't save anyone." He finished but not before pointing to yet another young bandit. "Except for you pretty boy, you need to guard this site until we return, don't you fucking dare let a soul set foot newbie, or there'll be hell t'pay." The bandit leader glared at his subordinate, who nodded in fear of what was to come if he refused.

Gro who was now within the bushes that they had jumped out from and was watching the situation play out, this was ideal for her, instead of having to deal with 10 bandits she now only had to deal with 1, and he was a cutie at that. Covered in blood, mud and sweat from the battle Gro could still make out his features, rather soft and fair featured for your average bandit she thought, and what was more was his shapely backside in comparison to his rather sleek athletic form was an aesthetic match, wearing nothing but home strung leather armor and with no helmet, it didn't leave much to the imagination and exposed his short yet dirtied blond hair. Gro preferred women but that didn't mean she was against the odd man now and then.

She watched the bandits walk off into the distance, it appears their camp wasn't close by so as to not alert the village to their presence. Looking back to the lone bandit she saw how scared and alert he was, making sure to check every direction like a startled deer in anticipation of ambush. He was shaking slightly due to fear, his inexperience and tender age showing. Gro didn't want to waste too much time, there was a lot she wanted to do to take advantage of this situation and an indeterminate amount of time to do it in, so instead of waiting for the right time to strike if it were to ever happen, she instead waited for him to turn away from him and approached him as silently as she could until he turned to face her once more, his eyes almost popping out of his skull.

At being discovered Gro charged him without the need to be light footed, the man froze up with his mouth still agape, a confused yet terrified noise was the only thing he could muster. "UUUAAGHH?!" Soon she was within reach and that's when he kicked back to reality, his still drawn sword was thrust at the Orc, almost catching her due to his sudden and jerky movements, Gro internally scolded herself for her improper judgement. Deflecting the bandits sword thrust with the handle of her poker, she proceeded to slam her elbow into the bandits temple, the young man fell to the floor limp and ****.

Gro scanned the area, looking across all the corpses she couldn't find what she was looking for, then when her sights went back to the bushes she had came from, she noticed a part of a large burlap sack that wasn't hidden by the bushes. She hurried over to it and found it was full of quivers for arrows, finding such stuff useless she dumped the contents into the bush and returned to the site of the battle, looking around again the area was clear so she went ahead with her task.

Squatting down next to a dead mercenary she picked up his helmet and studied it for a few moments. It wouldn't do, it was too small to fit her head and she concluded the same could be said for the mans armor, it was all useless to her and her fellow Orcs. However she picked up a mace and shield, while the shield left a bit of coverage to be desired for, and she felt that the Maces handle could be a little thicker and a little longer, it was still perfectly usable and the mace felt way better in her hand than the poker did, not to mention heavier and deadlier.

With her mind set she set about picking up all the fallen mercenaries weapons and shields, with her bag full she set her sights back on the young bandit that was still sprawled out on the floor. It was a shame that she still had yet to test out her combat effectiveness against humans, but a new pet to play with was good enough, she supposed. She hauled him on the back of her shoulders like he was a sack of potatoes and got to marching.

The walk back was slow and burdensome, the combined weight of multiple sets of weapons and shields and the added weight of another full sized human male combined with the uphill walk really put Gro's muscles to the test. Eventually she made it up the hill and through the corn field and all the way to Carl's house, opening the door with a little **** she shuffled into the abode and threw the burlap sack to the ground with a thudded clang, then with her free hand dropped the nameless bandit to the ground lightly, still fast asleep.

Taking a bite of a minced leg of lamb, Zoe watched this scenario take place, a small smile creeping on her features, her eyes zeroing in on the bag. "Is that what I think it is?" She asked, her mouth still full of lamb as she spoke. Gro huffed in response, sitting down she caught her breath, Rita brought her a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice, gulping it down quickly and wiping her mouth on the back of her forearm she responded.

"Weapons and shields, the shields are all uniform kite shields but the weapons vary, swords, spears, maces, even a warhammer." Gro explained rummaging her hands through the back she found the warhammer, picking it up and holding it in her hand she was impressed with its weight, it was made of Iron that was for sure, not quite the steel she had hoped for but certainly better than nothing. Gro chucked the hefty weapon to Zoe, who caught it midair with little difficulty, she marveled at it within her hands, feeling over the bumps and ridges on the handle and the pommel, snaking her hand up the shaft and onto the head itself, smacking it against her hands testingly a few times she nodded in affirmation.

"I really like this warhammer, can I have it captain?" Zoe asked, looking back to Gro. Gro nodded, she had downed yet another drink that Rita had just made for her, signalling for another one Rita hurried back into the kitchen. "Sure you can, I like it too but it's not quite my style, see I much prefer this mace and shield approach." Gro held up the iron mace and the uniformed shield with some unknown emblem and banner. The idea of blocking and crushing her opponent was much more appealing to her than being defenseless with a two handed weapon, or the idea of stabbing someone who was in heavy plate armor. The mace better suited her strengths on the battlefield, she concluded.

Gob who was on the floor next to the still motionless bandit was sat poking his cheek nonchalantly, seemingly checking for life but could also just be bored and playing around. Gob then grinned. "I'm not sure which I like more, a bag full of metal stuff or a new boy toy!~" Gob said in a sing song voice, while Gro could rely on Gob to follow commands and to rely on her in a fight, she knew she couldn't rely on Gob to add much tactically to the discussion, she just wasn't quite there.

"Be careful with him, I didn't have time to turn him to our side." Gro cautioned, Gob's eyes lit up. "OH! Can I turn him! Pick me pick me!" Gob rushed excitedly, almost jumping off the ground while seated. Gro laughed at her antics and nodded her head, she could have her turn later after all, and this was Gob's reward for spotting that metal merchant in the first place after all.

Sitting back in her chair Gro relaxed by the unlit fireplace, Rita fetching her a bottle of corked ale this time, Gro slapped Rita on the ass in appreciation of her new beverage.