The farmsteads being attacked

Through the swirling mists she saw a large group of orcs and goblins, ranks upon ranks of them moving in a neat black square. As the picture zoomed in, she saw that smaller ranks were splitting away from the main ranks.

The capital was well defended, with high walls, a moat, and more. But even the mightiest bastion will give into a siege, and part of a good siege is destroying all chance of getting supplies from outside. As such several parties of the foul orcs, goblins, beat kin, and worse were splitting off to destroy the hapless farmsteads around the capital.

The image zoomed in on one of these small patrols now. She watched as the foul creatures charged forward and chased the men and women out of the fields, out of their homes, gathering them and harrying them like sheep. Those that fought back were brutally killed, those that did not were captured.

Soon most of the houses were burned down the animals either slaughtered or taken away. The men that surrendered were clapped in irons, the children either killed or likewise chained up and led away, probably taken to work in the mines. The women faced a worse fate still.

Mira watched in utter horror as several of the prettier ones were separated from the main group. Stocks were unloaded from the supply wagons, apparently specificially made for this purpose, and set in a line. The chosen women were stripped, bend over, and clapped in them. They faced not only the armies, but the gang of chained up men, their husbands, fathers, and brothers.

As the Paladin gazed onwards, she was **** to watch as one of the orc captains moved towards the prettiest woman amongst them. He casually undid his belt, pulled down his pants and, with one quick, simple, dreadful movement rammed himself home deep in the sopping cunt of the girl.

She let out a shriek of pain, but the burly orc grabbed her hips and began to thrust. Worse still, the men were **** to watch the woman’s violation. After a few moments of thrusting the orc spoke, his voice rough with passion.

‘Listen you lot. You do as you’re told. You obey the commands your given. You work hard. The harder you work, the sooner your girls get out of the stocks. The slower you work, the slower it takes. IF you work well, maybe we’ll even let some of you lot have a turn? IF you don’t, then we withhold food and drink from these pretty little pussies until they die. And, if’n you work r-really well…’ The orc paused, his thrusting increased. He panted, struggling to hold in his pleasure even as he continued the speech. To Mira’s horror, the note of the captured woman’s moans was changing. They sounded less tormented some how, though she still wept.

‘If you work really well, and really quick?’ The Captain continued, when he could. ‘Then maybe by the time these fuck dolls get let out, they won’t be completely addicted to orc cock!’ He laughed at this, then abruptly his laughter turned into a groan, as he released himself deep inside of the woman. He shuddered, and slipped out, his spunk dripping down the woman’s legs. He signaled for another of the troops to take their turn.

Mira shuddered, she tried to look away but Marus kept her head in place. She wondered what else he would show her, if anything.