The Orc Hero and the Knightess

Author's Notes: Well, I certainly did not expect myself to write a second chapter. I admit I'm new to this. After some reading, research and a certain review, I found out that chapter 1 has some flaws. I've corrected them, but I'm not sure if that's all. Anyway, I hope you'll enjoy the latest installment. I'm not sure if I'm going to write a third.


Rays of sunlight streamed through the broken window, and birds were chirping cheerfully outside. Hazel-brown orbs opened, its vision blurry. The old wooden ceiling became clear, and memories of the past events and present sensations washed her.

Fatigue crept on her bones; her muscle ached from yesterday’s ritual. She was naked as a newborn, she realized in horror. However, she was tucked in a ragged blanket; the rough material scratched her bosoms and skin when she moved. Her long muscle-toned legs were exposed to the cool air. There was a dull pain at her bottom, where the Orc Hero had forcefully penetrated her yesterday.

Large green hands, filled with strength, were prying her legs apart. Naria lifted her head, her breath stopped when she saw the hideous features of the Orc Hero. The Lord of Orcs was donned with golden armor, which gleamed when the rays of sunlight bathed on it. Beady red eyes stared back at her, large mouth curled into a deep frown. There was a low rumble coming from the great one’s throat, and though it was soft, it was enough to keep the knightess paralyzed. Large green fingers pried open her battered flower, exposing her pink anatomy.

Ignoring the pitiful whimpers of the girl, the Orc Hero mercilessly sank the thick index finger into the hole roughly. Tears pooled in her eyes as Naria held her breath in pain; she would not give in to the Orc Hero’s satisfaction to see her cry.

The large thumb rubbed against her clitoris as another green finger entered her cunt, causing her to gasp. It hurts; to have a finger probed roughly into her sex when she’s dry. However, the thumb that rubbed against her clit stimulated her; a sudden warm inside her. She was taking deep, shivery breaths to keep the pain and pleasure on control.

It was the third that made her shriek painfully, and tears cascaded on her cheek as her insides stretched to fit the Orc’s large fingers. Shifting uncomfortably, she tried to move her muscles, to struggle. As soon as she lifted her arms, the Orc Hero gave a fierce growl… and hearing the might inside the great one’s tone, she ceased all struggling intentions but could not keep her back still.

The blanket was snatched away, exposing her tender globes. Drooling clumsy mouth leaned towards her chest and sucked her right, tender nipple; its sloppy tongue circled and slurped at the hardened tits, sending the knightess’ back arching as she suppressed her cries. Another hand reached for the smooth flesh of her buttocks and squeezed it, causing her to yelp.

One of the fingers reached and probed into her anus. She screamed and gasped when it wriggled, stretching her walls, forcing its way into her. Meanwhile, large fingers moved inside her inner thighs, sending her thrashing on bed; they did not stop until it felt a certain wetness. The Orc Hero grinned in satisfaction and withdrew the powerful hands from her anus and vagina. The sloppy tongue gave her breast one last lick before releasing her, leaving Naria breathless. Her legs were trembling, and she could not bring herself to close them. It hurts too much…

After the orc left, more tears spilled on her face as the girl cried pitifully. Shivering, she curled up into a ball as she indulged in her sorrow, her frame weak and vulnerable. She did not hear footsteps entering the Orc Hero’s hut, and by the time she did, large hands grabbed the bracers around her neck, lifted her off the straw bed roughly and slammed her against the wall roughly. Naria’s mouth opened in shocked… and an orc lady forced a bowl of green mixture down her throat. No matter how she struggled and choked, she could not beat the monstrous strength of the orc woman. The mixture tasted bitter; it burned her throat, causing her to cough and splutter. Yet, by the time the greenskin withdrew the bowl, Naria’s head felt woozy. Her limbs felt careless and heavy; she could not move. The orc lady grunted, lifted her limp form and carried her out of the hut.

A warm bath awaited her. The water inside the large wooden tub was scent with flowers and herbs; it emitted a thick, spicy aroma. Four orc ladies were waiting by the tub. They placed her in the large tub carefully, and she lay on the water with her stomach facing the ground. Naria felt something hard under her chin; it was probably there to support her head, holding it above water. A soft moan escaped her throat as her skin touched the lukewarm water; she could not remember the last time she had a bath. The herbal water numbed all the ache and pain on her body. The mixture she was forced to drink before worked their effect on her; her mind sank into a haze and she did not noticed that five pairs of hands were working themselves on her body, cleaning her thoroughly.

One of the orc ladies scrubbed her hair, and poured it with water. The others worked on her slender physique, and one even polished the precious bracer on her neck. An orc lady washed her back with a cloth, reminding Naria of the time when she went into the Bath House with her friends; they had taken turns to watch each other’s back. Naria stared into a space; she did not react to any of the touches… until a mischievous pair of hands groped her ass and pried them open. She whimpered, but her body strength had left her; she had no choice but to let the orc ladies cleaned her. The orc ladies rubbed her buttocks and, to her embarrassment, one of them poked something cold and metal into her anus and started cleaning her inside out. She squirmed uneasily, yet there was a small tinge of pleasure growing inside her.

After about fifteen minutes, the orcs flipped her over and worked on front. Naria yelped and squirmed when someone ran a towel between her legs. Her mind was still in a haze, but she was aware that something was scrubbing her sex gently. She couldn’t move; her legs were forced down by another pair of strong hands to prevent her from squirming too much. Two orc ladies seized her arms and each of them massaged her pair of orbs with a sponge. Naria could only see the clear, blue sky, and the dazed feeling made her giggle. She allowed the sensations of arousals to run through her, moaning pleasurably at every scrub that was made in her sensitive parts. At last, she gave an excited shriek as vaginal juices squirt out of her entrance, mingling with water… The orc ladies took their time and scrubbed her again, attempting to arouse her again.

After an hour of flipping and scrubbing (and two or three climaxes), she was lifted out of the tub. Though she had stay soaked in the water for such a long time, her skin remained smooth. It was all the work of the herbs.

They dry her with cloths as they did not have proper towels. Then, Naria was placed on an old sheet just under a large tree, lying on her back with her belly exposed to the warm sunlight and her legs spread-eagled. She could do nothing but lay there and purred. The woozy feeling in her head was slowly going, and she noticed that there were no male orcs in the village. Perhaps they had went out for a hunt? Her thoughts were cut short; she felt terror when something long and sticky probed into her cunt. She looked up to see the orc ladies applying a sticky herbal mixture in her sex. Her legs closed in a wobbly resistance, but they were pried open easily. Her pretty mouth opened into a soft cry-

-a gag, soaked with bitter liquid, was placed roughly into her throat. They covered her eyes with a black cloth; the knightess was forced into submission. The orcs were prying her flower opened, and a paintbrush filled with gooey mixture touched her bruised walls. The cool, spicy feeling of the mixture sent a shiver down her spine; she could not suppress the shudders of discomfort and pleasure. It felt so good…

Later, her nose picked up a sweet smell. Something brushed at her nipples, covering it with something gooey and warm. Then, her bosoms were bound tightly with a thin strip of cloth, soaked with honey.

The darkness caused Naria to focus on the sensation, the pleasure… She giggled and yelped through her gag, her body felt so heavy that it could only managed a weak squirm. Several pair of hands forced her limbs down so that she could not be able to disturb their work. She did not know how long the brushing went as she slipped in and out of consciousness, sometimes feeling the brush was tickling her bounded breast, sometimes feeling the brush inside her, sometimes feeling the warmness leaking out of her, sometimes feeling something cold and metal scraping against her sex lips, sometimes feeling her anus was probed by something…

By the time she came to, she was lying on the Orc Hero’s bed… or so she guessed when she felt the straws rubbing against her skin. She was still blindfolded, gagged and bounded. The strip that wounded around her orbs was only causing more discomfort. However, she felt there was something that changed inside her... and a wave of fear swept her. What was she doing here!?

Though blindfolded, she could feel a large, powerful presence beside her. Strong hands traced her sleek body, starting from her strong legs, brushing the bare lips of her sex tenderly, circling her belly and fingered her bounded globes. She tensed at the actions, hoping the presence would just go away. Unfortunately, it did not.

The presence seemed to sense her awakening, and started massaging her throat, just above the collar that circled her neck. She opened her mouth, only to have someone removed the gag and forced liquid into her throat. It was thick, and tasted both bitter and sweet this time; it was an impossible combination. Perhaps it was because Naria’s throat was dry; she drank the whole thing in one gulp without any protests.

After she drank from the wooden bowl, she leaned back against the pillow, gasping for breath. The blindfold was gently removed, and the monstrous sight of the Orc Hero greeted her. She blinked to adjust her eyes to the brightness, and noticed it was evening. Her head was feeling a little woozy again, her skin felt tender and a sense of arousal began to build up in her. She could hear loud grunts and growls of orcs outside, and knew that the orc warriors had returned.

The Orc Hero’s grand armor plates were discarded, revealing the familiar mighty strength; the large, erected red cock had perked up, throbbing to penetrate. Surprisingly, the mighty orc did not immediately enter her. No, the orc merely forced her into a sitting position, tore the bonds that bind her legs and hands into shreds, allowing her prone form to lean against his chest. She could hear the somewhat quick breathing and the steady and quick heart-beat rhythm of the Great One’s chest. She had never felt so safe…

Powerful hands groped her ass and lifted her a little. The Orc Hero sat on the straw bed, before positioning the girl’s entrance to the mighty strength, the perked up cock. Soon, large hands gently lowered her; the knightess could feel the hardness pressing against her entrance, and squirmed weakly when the large rod impaled her. Squirming only made the impaling worst, and she cried— in both pain and pleasure this time— as her body stretched to fit in the large cock. Torrents of agony and ecstasy washed her body; her sex immediately warm and moistened. She suddenly realized, in horror, that she was actually enjoying this. She wanted to fight back, but her mind quickly sank into a haze, a pure bliss.

Mindlessly, she moaned in comfort. Her hips were gyrating against his, as if inviting the cock-head further into her. The Orc Hero’s belly rumbled in amusement. One large hand groping the smooth flesh of her buttocks, the other wrapped around her back protectively. Keeping her in this impaled position; Orc Hero carried her out of the hut.

Outside was something like the day before; torches were lit, rhythmic drumbeats could be heard. Except this time, instead of making way to the stone table, the Orc Hero walked towards the large throne of beaten gold, heavily decorated with beautiful gems. As the Lord of Orcs sat, she absentmindedly circled her legs around broad, thick waist, slowly pumping her way down. Her sex half-covered the perking red length, and vaginal juice streamed out of the entrance uncontrollably. Her bounded breast was uncomfortable as it brushed against the large frame; she wanted to pull the binds away but did not have the strength to. Powerful, large hands cupped her cheeks and guided her so that she was leaning her left cheek on the great, pounding chest. Fingers opened her mouth, and the side of her lips began to suckle hungrily on the orc’s nipple, half-purring as she did so.

On the far side of the throne, she could make out three humans: a male knight, a male blacksmith and a female dancer. The fair blonde knight was looking at her in a surprised, sorrow-filled face; the muscular black-haired blacksmith was looking away, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment; the beautiful dancer with long, curly red locks looked as if she was about to burst into tears. They were all bounded, and were forced onto their knees. Naria thought there was something familiar about them, but her mind was too hazy to think of anything but pleasure.

Orc Hero gave a signal, and several orc warriors dragged the beautiful dancer onto her feet. They forced her onto the ground, just a small distance away from the Orc Hero’s throne. Emerald eyes widened in fear, the dancer cried, kicked and struggled but the orc warriors grabbed hold of her ankles and her arms and pinned them on the ground. Orc Lord stood before her, making weird noises that sounded like a chuckle. Realization dawned upon the fair dancer when she saw the exposed member of the Orc Lord’s. Behind the second-in-command, eight orc warriors—probably the Orc Village’s best warriors— had stripped down their armors and clothing to exposed their thick cock.

Before she could scream, one of the orcs plunged jammed their large rod into her mouth and moaned in delight. The Orc Lord stripped her transparent pink skirt and pulled at her shiny golden panties, shredding it into pieces, revealing her magnificent sex. After ordering the orc warriors to spread her legs, the second-in-command pried open her sex lips and rammed the giant, great cock into her. The girl scream through the large member that filled her mouth, her throat vibrated against the rod, creating more sensual pleasure to the orc warrior, the master of the rod. Another bent above her, slicing the golden bra into half and was greeted by the grand sight of the dancer’s globes that seemed to ballooned out all of sudden. None of the orcs touched her bangles and necklaces; they thought the jewelries commend the dancer’s beauty. Placing the thick length between the two large orbs, rough, green hands grabbed them and began pushing them against it. Two orc warriors placed each of their throbbing members on her palm. The dancer unwillingly gave them a weak squeeze, arousing them. Another sank the cock in her curly red locks, covering it with strands of her hair. The remaining orcs grunted impatiently, wanting to have their turn.

Tears spilled on the dancer’s pretty cheeks as she struggled, her cries muffled. The Orc Lord was pumping into her with more ferocity, juices were starting to trickled from her opening; the orc on her breasts had cum, its cock spewed a string of white on her face. An orc warrior pushed the climaxed orc away and took over, slapping its rod on her chest and started pinching her tits; the one on her mouth forced the great length deeply into her throat before exploding inside her; the two orcs guided her fingers, making her hold their enormous rod before brushing themselves against her, moaning with pleasure; the orc was still burrowing the throbbing cock into her hair. Those who climax would immediately be taken away, saved for the Orc Lord who was given the pleasure to ravish her.

The blacksmith’s anger flared up as he witnessed this terrible scene. He gave an angry roar and broke out of his bonds, charging towards the orc warriors that swarmed around the vulnerable, naked dancer. With tremendous strength, he punched the greenskins and pushed most of them away from her. A few orc archers came clear with their bows ready; they shot the blacksmith on the back. The muscular man gave a surprised choke and slumped onto the ground, murmuring the dancer’s name. Ugly arrows embedded on his back, and blood began to soak his white shirt.

Witnessing the failed, heroic attempt which brought the death of the blacksmith, the dancer screamed, her voice was resonated against the orc’s large member. More tears streamed from her eyes and the dancer stopped struggling, her eyes blank, then filled with grief and sadness. Only cries of pain and sorrow filled her throat, unable to even escape from her mouth. The orcs roared approvingly at her submission and the Orc Lord thrust harder into her.

Suddenly, the Orc Lord gave a terrifying roar and withdrew the large cock, wet with cum and juice, away from the dancer. Seeing that their boss had ceased the actions of pleasure, the orcs followed so, allowing the dancer to catch some breath. The second-in-command gave a grunt, sat down and laid the thick, green back onto the hard, grassy ground. The other orcs understood what their boss wanted. Four of them grabbed hold of her arms and legs, and forced her body onto the ground with her bruised and mud-smeared butt facing the sky. Another howled, and a bowl of unknown liquid was sent towards the requestor. Two orc warriors went to the mug and allowed the mug of liquid to be poured on their rough hands.

One of the orc warriors went to the Orc Lord and worked the wet hands around the thick member with surprising gentleness. The other went to the dancer's butt and pressed the fingers into the small delicate hole. As the green finger struggled into her ass, the dancer screamed in agony, struggling hard to release herself from the orcs' iron grip but to no avail. More orcs flood in to keep her down, making sure that her ass was held high while the other worked into her.

Then, they lifted her carefully with her anus stretching. Positioning the hole onto the Orc Lord's lubricated erected member with her back facing the green monster, they lowered her into the Orc Lord's embrace. The dancer shrieked in agony as her body stretched out to fit the huge rod. Her inner walls clasped around the thick cock, stimulating the Orc Lord; the orc happily grabbed her pair of globes and kneaded them like dough. The Orc Lord roared, summoning a lackey. A High Orc went over to the pair, strength exposed. Without warning, the strong bluish-green warrior jammed into the dancer's quivering, wet sex, causing her to release a violent cry. Both orcs pumped into her fiercely.

The knightess observed the scene with strange calmness, her lips were tenderly licking the harden tits of the Orc Hero. The Lord of Orcs allowed her to watch the raping sequence by shifting into a good position, allowing her to witness the scene clearly. Watching how the orcs raped the poor female made her felt hornier; she had unthinkingly increased the intensity of her pumps, allowing her inner walls to brush against the mighty orc’s strength. She could not handle the pleasure, the ecstasy… she gave one last shriek and her juices squirted on the cock-head.

That was the final straw.

Unable to control the powerful wave of lust, the Orc Hero stood up, carrying the gyrating form of the knightess. Walking past the frenzied orc warriors and their victim, the Orc Hero reached the stone table and laid the brown-haired girl on the smooth, cold surface of the stone. She looked at the green monstrosity with a dreamy expression on her face; her hips continued pumping against the large member, forcing it into deeper into her depths. The Lord of Orcs heeded her wishes and thrust the mighty large cock-head deeper into her, causing her to cry in both pain and delight. Her bottom stretched in pain as it attempted to swallow the whole length. Juices spilled out of her sex, lubricating the orc’s cock, making it a little easier to take in the large, throbbing member. The brown-haired girl whooped in pleasure when the Orc Hero tore the binds on the breast, causing her bosoms to swollen immediately into the air and jiggled as she moved her hips. Large hands grabbed the wonderful orbs and kneaded them together. The Orc Hero drooled at the sight of her globes and the sweet smell of honey, yet the massive, green thighs were too thick to bent; the Lord of Orcs could not take her nipples.

The Orc Hero grunted in frustration and unsheathed the mighty strength, covered with vaginal juices. She laid on the stone surface, panting heavily. She didn’t know that it wasn’t over; grabbing her slender legs, the Great Orc threw each over the large shoulders and positioned the enormous cock on her leaking entrance again. Powerful hands were placed on her hips, and thick rod was shoved into her bruised sex. The knightess screamed in pain and ecstasy, her eyes had a dreamy, lost look. Eyes filled with frenzy lust, the orc pumped and slammed into her and roared as the massive member brushed against her tight walls, enveloping into velvety warmth. Waves of pleasure rocked her, and her thighs and her hips automatically followed the Orc’s Hero rhythm. She screamed as she felt the large length penetrated deep into her, and without warning, she orgasmed.

Worn out, the girl stopped her moving and allowed her master to do the job. The Orc Hero unsheathed and flipped her over, strong hands over the hips, cock aiming at her leaking flower. And then, she was taken in, doggy style. The giant orc rocked back and forth; each pump was so vicious that her hips squirmed in reflex, her body muscles tightened and bosoms jiggled up and down. Soon, thick fingers dug into her ass as the Orc Hero climaxed inside her; the massive rod gushed out ropes of hot cum into her… and the knightess lost all awareness.

She did not remember being carried away by the Lord of Orcs, nor did she hear the orc lord’s strings of roar, slowly pounding into the poor dancer. She did not see the orc ladies dance, or hear the increase change of the drum rhythm as in increased with intensity. She also did not notice the male knight watching her intently as she got whisked away into the hut.

The knightess could not remember how she got into a bending position. When she came to, she was bending in front of the Orc Hero who sat on the dry, straw bed, facing the Great One’s soaking strength. Giant hand cupped her face and guided her to the massive cock, wet with both her juices and white cum. A soft rumble from the Lord of Orcs told her what to do; she licked and tasted the cock, earning growls of pleasure from her master. After the cock was clean, she was grabbed in the hips and found herself lying on the bed with the enormous green monstrosity on top of her.

Large mouth began suckled her left breast, licking the honey on her nub hungrily and passionately. Another hand cupped her right globe, green fingers pinching at her hardened nipples, causing her to moan and squeal in delight. Another traced her neck, sliding towards her hips and stroked her bare sex, rubbing vigorously at the nub of her clit. Waves of pleasure filled her, yet tears formed in her eyes.

She cried silently, not knowing the reason why. Perhaps she finally remembered the dancer and felt pity for her? Perhaps she wanted the Orc Hero to penetrate her again? Perhaps her heart knew that it was wrong, but she could not resist the temptations? Perhaps her battered flower was hurting her again? Perhaps she had realized in horror that she became the Orc Hero’s tool for pleasure and was referring the orc as her master? Perhaps it was because she had forgotten her name?

Her eyelids drooped slightly as the Great Orc shifted position and began to work on her right breast. One hand moved to her hair and brushed it tenderly. Feeling tired from both the drug and the workout, she closed her eyes and allowed the darkness to take her…

Blood and vaginal juices leaking out of her sex; scarlet hair blanket the grass, tangled in a heap. Her smooth skin was soaked with cum, smeared with mud. Tits hardened, breast red and swollen. The dancer stared blankly at the starless night sky. The Orc Lord had discarded her, leaving her to the rest of the orcs. She was ravished repeatedly, and they were rough and merciless as they tore through her inner walls. And now, most of the orcs lay sprawled on the ground, naked and asleep. She could just crawl up and make her escape...

For what purpose?

She had no will to live. Her lover is dead, and she was brutally raped… things would never be the same; she could not dance again. Besides, her limbs would not listen to her; they trembled when she moved them. Tears flooded her eyes. She wanted to cry, she wanted to scream ‘This isn’t fair!’ If only she had not offered to help her friend to find his lover back. If only she had been stronger enough to take the orcs. It was too late…

And now, she was both physically and emotionally drenched. She lay on the hard ground with her legs splayed, arms spread. Totally vulnerable.

Suddenly, powerful hands gently lifted her, carrying her as if she weighted nothing. Her wavering vision could make out the large green monstrosity, the pungent smell of the orc’s breath…

The dancer closed her eyes, and tears spilled across her cheeks.


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