Sunday, March 3, 2013

Conquest - Chapter One


Warning: The following story describes events that are possibly illegal, probably immoral, and just generally a very, very bad idea. Nothing in this story should be emulated. Nothing in it is a good idea. Nothing in it actually happened, either -- it's a work of pure fiction. If you are underage, easily offended by things that probably should offend you, or unable to differentiate between fantasy and reality, you should probably piss off right now.


Iana eyed Kron with tremendous disdain. His presence in the temple of the moon was sacrilegious, but even if they hadn’t been standing on sacred ground she’d have hardly been happy to see him. Orcs had always been forbidden in her city, and she had never had the desire to change that. As was typical of elves, Iana wasn’t a fan of the orcish race.

Standing at nearly eight feet tall, Kron was massive even by orcish standards. If he were of any other race she might assume that he was a low ranking peon due to his mismatched armor, but she knew that was normal for orcs – where other races might craft their own equipment, orcs typically simply looted what they wanted from their kills without concern for whether or not it matched. What little mossy green skin the armor exposed was covered with deep scars, speaking to his violent history. Even if it hadn’t been for the cruel axe strapped to his back which functioned both as a weapon and a symbol of rank, his savage appearance would have told her that she was looking at an orcish warchief.

You don’t look happy to see me, elf pig, he growled, his voice as rough and violent as his physical appearance. What happened to the legendary civility of your breed? Shouldn’t you be throwing some kind of fancy ceremony to welcome me into your temple?

This is hallowed ground, she reminded him. Your very presence here defiles this temple; you’ll understand if I don’t go out of my way to make an abomination such as yourself feel welcome here. On any other day I’d have your body riddled with crossbow bolts and dragged out while my priestesses worked diligently to purify anything that your filthy blood soiled as it spilled from your disgraceful body.

A subtle grin crept across Kron’s face. A natural sadist even by orc standards, he took great delight in knowing that his enemy was suffering due to his presence alone. Still, as much as he enjoyed hearing about how his being in her precious temple hurt her, he wasn’t about to permit an elf – even an elf queen – to talk back to him. Approaching slowly, he raised up his gauntleted hand and brought it down hard across Iana’s pristine face, dragging the spikes across her pale blue skin and sending her to the floor. He knew she’d live – elves healed quite quickly from non-fatal wounds – but he also knew it would hurt like hell.

This isn’t any other day, he grinned. I’m not here to see the sights of Moonglenn; I’m here to discuss your surrender. My army surrounds your city, your allies have abandoned you, and if the greatest worry you currently have is the presence of a low-born in your sacred little temple, well, then you just haven’t been paying attention. If you don’t want my armies painting your city with the blood of your people, you should speak to me with respect.

Iana hated it, but she knew he was right. The city-state of Moonglenn had been elven territory for ten thousand years, since long before the orcs even existed, but there was no denying that she was beaten. Her army lay broken and scattered, and the only thing standing between the extinction and survival of her race was Kron’s will. Though disgusted with the situation, she knew that she had no choice in the matter.

I’m sorry, she forced out, disgusted with herself for apologizing to something as foul as Kron. You’re right – we’re beaten, and I acknowledge that. Grant safe passage to my people so that they might leave, and Moonglenn is yours to do with as you please.

Not good enough, he grunted. Elves have abused my people for thousands of years –enslaved us, killed us like vermin, burned our bodies, and spat on our ancestors. I’ll take Moonglenn – that much is certain – but I want some payback as well. Your commoners can have their safe passage, but your nobility stays here.

Absolutely not, Iana retorted quickly. Do you honestly expect me to consent to being slaughtered? Be reasonable, Kron – you’ll have your vengeance in knowing that you’ve beaten and humiliated my people and driven us from our own lands. Isn’t that enough?

Kron grinned again; entertained by how quickly she spoke of the virtues of being reasonable when it was her life on the line. Standing over her hunched body, he kicked her in the midsection to knock her down flat on her back. Bringing his steel encased boot to her throat, he applied pressure to cut off her air supply. He wasn’t going to kill her – he fully intended to back off before any real damage was done – but he did want her to remember just how easily he could.

You’ll consent to what I tell you to, he smiled, pressing down with his boot to add weight to his words. I’ve crushed your army; it would be easy to march on your city and take what I want by force. If it comes to that, I’ll allow safe passage to no one – both commoner and nobility will be taken prisoner, though I’ll make sure that the commoners know they could have been spared such a fate if only their good queen Iana had been more reasonable. You have no power over me, puny elf pig – accept what little charity I offer and be grateful for it.

Kron removed his boot from Iana’s throat and gave her another kick to the midsection for good measure. As she gasped for air he soaked in her suffering – the way that she glared at him made it very clear that she hated everything about what was currently happening, but knew she was powerless to change a thing. He enjoyed that deeply – watching any elf suffer was always pleasurable, but seeing an actual elf queen stewing in impotent rage filled him with sadistic joy.

There is good news, he continued. You think I’ll have your nobility slaughtered, but I won’t. In fact, I’m not planning to kill any of you – I’m planning to keep you alive as long as I can. Us orcs might enjoy the occasional blood spilling, but we can contain our lust for death when we need to – especially when we have suitable distractions.

Iana grimaced at his words. She had no desire to see her people cut down in the streets, but she knew there were plenty of fates worse than death and wasn’t so na├»ve to think that Kron didn’t know the same. A remarkably resilient race, elves could withstand tremendous abuse without dying from it, and she suspected that Kron and his army would take full advantage of that fact. Still, she knew that she had no choice – as horrific as her fate might be, it was her duty as the queen to do what was right for her people, and in this case that meant saving the commoners even if it doomed the nobility.

Fine, she choked out, accepting that she had no choice. I accept your terms. Let my commoners go, and the nobility – and the city – are yours.

Still not good enough, elf pig, Kron roared, kicking Iana again in the stomach. I am warchief of the Blackened Skull Clan, and I demand tribute. My people will have your city and your nobility, but I want something for myself.

What could I possibly offer you? Iana snapped. You’ve taken everything I have – there’s nothing left to give!

I want an elven fuck pet, Kron laughed. Not just any elven fuck pet, though – I want an elven fuck pet who is also a queen. I’ll keep her naked at all times, fuck her whenever I please, and lead her around on a leash so that all who question my might will see how enemies of the Blackened Skull are treated. Offer yourself to me, elf pig – beg me to make you my fuck pet.

I’ll sooner die, Iana hissed.

Okay, Kron shrugged. It doesn’t have to be you, anyway – just the queen. If you die, you aren’t queen anymore – and I can make the new queen my fuck pet. Are you sure you want me to kill you, elf pig?

Iana quickly realized what he was saying. If she died, her eldest daughter would be crowned queen and suffer whatever tortures Kron had in mind. She was terrified of the things that Kron might do to her, but she absolutely couldn’t sentence her daughter Jin to the same fate in her stead. Swearing a silent oath of revenge, she accepted that if she wanted to protect her daughter she’d have to do as the orc ordered.

No, she whimpered. Please don’t kill me. Make me your fuck pet instead. Are you happy now?

Is this what passes for begging? Kron laughed, kicking her hard in the chest. You royal types are always so soft – you spend your entire lives being given whatever you want and you don’t even know what to do when that’s not the case anymore. This ends now – I won’t have a fuck pet that can’t even beg right. Climb up to your knees. Strip naked, knowing you’ll never wear clothes again. Kiss my boots and beg me to give you the honor of being my personal fuck pet.

Iana felt absolutely nauseous. Obeying his demands seemed exponentially worse than death, and she knew it would only get worse. She’d have gladly embraced death instead, but couldn’t bear the thought of her daughter having to face the fate that she was avoiding. With no other options, she reluctantly obeyed. Climbing to her knees, she slipped out of the flowing regal robes that she was wearing, realizing that she might very well never have her nudity covered again. As the robes fell to the floor, she lifted the crown off of her head – only to have Kron stop her.

The crown stays on, he grinned. You’ll be raped, beaten, and humiliated before all who care to watch, but you’ll still be an elf queen.

Iana understood what he wanted – he wasn’t leaving the crown on as a mercy, he was doing it because she was meant to be his trophy. He wanted everyone to know that he had truly conquered her people and taken their queen as his slave, and the crown would help to accomplish that. Unfortunately, her knowledge of his motives changed nothing – she was still completely at his mercy and knew it would be unwise to argue. Leaving the crown in place, she leaned forward and touched her lips to his boots, repressing her intense desire to vomit from the indignity.

Please let me be your fuck pet, she choked out, the words like acid on her tongue. I know I don’t deserve the honor, but please, show mercy and let me be yours.

Kron placed his hands on his hips and pretended to think it over. Iana knew it was all an act – orcs weren’t exactly legendary thinkers – but she had no choice but to remain on her knees and tolerate his posturing. After a few seconds a malicious grin crept across his face, letting her know that things were about to get worse.

Leaning down, Kron shoved Iana’s body to the floor and grabbed her wrists. Taking a silver chain that he had wrapped around his shoulders, he tightly lashed Iana’s wrists together behind her back. It seemed completely unnecessary to Iana – Kron’s bodyguards and the army he had outside her city walls were more than sufficient to keep her from attacking. As she wondered what was going on he grabbed her hair and pulled her to her feet, still grinning widely. Reaching into the pouch he had strapped around his waist, he pulled out a small vial filled with a glowing purple fluid, and removed the cork from it.

Still not good enough, he smiled, forcing open Iana’s mouth and pouring the contents of the vial into it. But you’re making progress, so I’ll be patient with you for now. This potion should help you to learn your place a bit faster. It was hard to come by, but seeing as you’re royalty I think you’re worth it. Swallow it all, now – I have another ready for your daughter if you choose to spit.

Not wanting to risk her daughter’s well-being, Iana willingly swallowed the entire contents of the vial as Kron poured them into her mouth. She hoped that it would be a poison of some sort, but she knew that was unlikely – Kron seemed to enjoy her suffering far too much to allow her the mercy of death. She considered asking what it was that he had fed her, but it wasn’t necessary – she felt the effects of the potion almost instantly.

It wasn’t a poison that he had fed her at all, but rather a sex potion – and a remarkably powerful one at that. Even though sex had been the furthest thing from her mind, Iana found herself suddenly unable to think of anything else. Her entire body yearned for physical stimulation, she honestly wondered if she might explode if she didn’t get some satisfaction soon. She quickly realized why Kron had taken the time to bind her arms – if she had been free, she likely would have been masturbating. She might have been grateful for the indignity that his binding was sparing her, if it hadn’t been for the painful frustration that she instantly felt.

Now, let’s try begging again, Kron laughed, clearly amused by the extremely noticeable effect the potion was having on Iana. Back on your knees, pig. Let’s hope that you beg better with motivation, as that potion’s effects are only going to get worse.

Iana was absolutely terrified – she could barely handle how aroused she was already, the idea that it could get worse was unthinkable. She worried that she might actually die from frustration, but she worried more about the things she might do to disgrace herself if she lived. Dropping back to her knees, she told herself that she was only doing what Kron ordered to spare her daughter, but she knew that was no longer the absolute truth – as disgusting as the idea of having sex with an orc would normally have been, the thought was currently disturbingly tolerable.

Please make me your fuck pet, she whimpered, disgusted with the perverse lust her voice dripped with. Please, Kron – I accept your authority entirely, and I’ll do anything you want if you’ll just permit me to serve you as your fuck pet.

Anything? Kron laughed. Let’s test that theory – this temple offends me. I have no love for the failure of a goddess it honors, but I’m sure I can find something more interesting to do with it. Ask me to turn this pathetic shrine into a whorehouse, pig.

Iana was horrified by his request. She had sworn a sacred oath to prevent the defilement of the temple, and she could think of nothing worse than turning it into a house of ill repute. She wanted desperately to refuse him, but she knew it wouldn’t make a difference – he didn’t need her permission, he was just forcing her to ask in order to humiliate her. Besides, as the burning desire between her legs grew more and more intense, she wasn’t sure that her body would forgive her if she chose that moment to rebel against him.

Please turn this temple into a whorehouse, she groaned, deeply disgusted with herself for violating her oath but knowing that there was no other choice.

You don’t sound like you want me to at all, he chuckled. You should, you know – after I take your city, your former priestesses are going to need work. Converting this worthless temple into a whorehouse won’t just be good for the citizens of New Moonglenn – it will let your priestesses continue to work in the same temple they’re used to working in.

Iana knew that she should be horrified by what she was hearing – it sounded very much like Kron planned to force the priestesses, all of whom had sworn an oath of chastity, into prostitution. To her disgust, though, she found that while the idea was troubling, it wasn’t at the forefront of her mind. What she really cared about wasn’t the priestesses, or the temple, or even her city – it was how deeply she ached for sexual satisfaction.

I’m sorry, she whimpered. You’re right – I’m grateful for the mercy you’ll show the priestesses. Please accept me as your fuck pet now?

And they say us orcs have a one track mind, he laughed vulgarly. Poor little elf slut – you really want it, don’t you? I don’t think you’ve earned the right to call yourself my fuck pet just yet, but I’m warming up to the idea. I’ll tell you what – I won’t fuck you yet, but since you’re clearly desperate I’ll let you get yourself some pleasure. You may fuck the toe of my boot, slut – make it entertaining enough, and I might just take some pity on you and rape you the way you want to be raped.

Kron extended his foot forward, placing it between Iana’s legs. Iana tried to convince herself that she needed to refuse to participate in such a degrading act, but her body didn’t want to hear it – the monumental yearning between her legs needed to be satisfied, and it wasn’t concerned with her dignity. Knowing that she was about to give in and do as the orc asked, Iana told herself that in some ways it was actually for the best – fucking his boot might be a humiliating way to attain the satisfaction she so desperately needed, but it was far preferable to actually fucking Kron himself. Swallowing her pride, she lowered her body down until her crotch made contact with the filthy boot.

Iana felt her attitude change the instant that her clit made contact with the steel plating of the boot. It seemed that the potion hadn’t just magnified her sexual desires, but her sexual responsiveness as well – even though the contact was minimal and the situation disgusting, it filled her with more pleasure than she had ever experienced in her life. Her pride and decency rapidly evaporating in the face of such powerful lust, she began to grind her crotch back and forth on the orc’s boot – slowly at first, but quickly gaining speed.

As her animal instincts took over, Kron and his bodyguards laughed viciously at her humiliation. They made countless jokes about how depraved her actions were, but Iana didn’t care – her orgasm was quickly building up, and if her heightened senses were any indication she expected it to be powerful enough to tolerate any verbal abuse that they could throw at her. Unfortunately for Iana, Kron pulled his foot away the instant that she was about to cum, leaving her even more frustrated than she had been at the beginning. Desperation taking over, she attempted to chase his foot and finish the job, only to be easily restrained by Kron’s laughing bodyguards.

Poor little elf slut, Kron taunted. Where’s your sense of dignity? I love watching elves humiliate themselves as much as the next orc, but allowing this to continue just seems wrong. Still, you seem to be learning obedience, and I guess that should be rewarded. Since I’m such a kind master, I’m going to let you suck my cock – get it nice and hard, and I might just take pity on you and shove it up that tight little elf cunt of yours.

Iana watched in revulsion as Kron undid his belt and began to strip out of his armor. She was disgusted with him for even suggesting such a thing, but she was far more disgusted with herself – she knew that as wrong as it was, she was deeply excited by the claim that he might just fuck her. She hated to think about it, but her biggest problem with her current situation wasn’t that she was about to be raped but rather the fact that she wasn’t about to be raped right away.

As Kron’s heavy chainmail pants dropped to his ankles, though, she got a new problem to worry about. She had heard that the genitals of orcs were typically on the large side, but Kron’s equipment looked positively dangerous. Easily twice the size of anything she had ever seen before, she worried that she’d be unable to take it without being literally torn apart. Still, she knew she had no choice in the matter – even if Kron would have permitted her to opt out, her own raging libido would have forced her to continue anyway. As Kron’s bodyguards released their grip on her, she scooted forward so as to obey his orders.

Grasping what little pride she had left, Iana tried to force herself to hesitate in a futile attempt to maintain a shred of dignity but found the task impossible – with each passing second the throbbing between her legs grew more painful and intense, and she didn’t want to waste time. Diving in, she brought her head to the orc’s cock and ran her tongue along it. It tasted of salt and sweat, but the flavor wasn’t nearly offensive enough to make her stop.

You lick good for royalty, Kron grinned as blood flowed to his growing erection. But I didn’t tell you to lick my cock – I told you to suck it. Fair warning, too – if I feel a single tooth on my cock, I’ll tear each and every tooth from your mouth myself.

Iana wasn’t sure how she’d fit such a massive object in her mouth, but Kron didn’t seem interested in hearing her protests. As she struggled to open her mouth as wide as possible he grabbed his dick and roughly forced it in. Showing a complete lack of concern for her well-being, he merrily thrust it down her throat as Iana struggled to repress her gag reflex. His bodyguards laughing and cheering him on, Kron grabbed Iana by her hair and began to fuck her face roughly as his cock continued to grow inside her mouth. Tears of anguish streamed down Iana’s cheeks, but Kron showed no mercy.

After a few minutes of brutal facial abuse, Kron was fully erect. Pulling his dick out of Iana’s mouth, he crudely shoved her away. Iana was grateful that the abuse had finally come to an end, though she found herself a bit disgusted with her reasoning. While she was happy that Kron’s cock would no longer be tormenting her throat, she was far happier about the fact that she might be about to get fucked. Looking up at him, she begged him with her eyes to show a little mercy and finally have his way with her.

You look like you have something to say, bitch, Kron laughed, brandishing his erection as if it were a weapon. Is there something you’d like me to do to you? Don’t be shy now – if you ask really nicely I might just be generous.

Please fuck me, Iana forced out, tears still streaming down her face. She hated Kron for what he had done to her, but she needed satisfaction and couldn’t pretend otherwise.

On your knees, pig, Kron laughed. Press your face into the floor and thrust your ass into the air. I’m going to fuck you like a dog – it’s only right that you be positioned like one.

Iana quickly obeyed his order. Everything about what was going on was wrong – the position, the lack of respect, the fact that they were in a sacred place – but the only thing that she could think of was how desperately she needed what was about to happen. She knew that it would hurt terribly – Kron’s dick had only grown larger in her mouth, and she didn’t expect him to be gentle – but she didn’t care. At that moment there was nothing that she wouldn’t gladly do in order to quench the fire that was burning inside of her – she simply hoped that he’d finally take her instead of forcing her to further beg.

Fortunately for Iana, Kron seemed done with verbal humiliation for the moment. Kneeling down behind her, he wrapped his massive hands around her waist, aimed the head of his cock at Iana’s dripping opening, and slowly pressed the tip in. Iana was disgusted with herself for how easily it slipped into her – it seemed terribly shameful that she be able to take anything of that size without massive struggle – but mostly she felt relief. She was finally about to get fucked, and not a moment too soon. She struggled to force herself back on Kron’s dick, but Kron simply laughed and held her steady.

Kron soaked in Iana’s frustration for a few seconds, taking delight in how she tried so desperately to get his dick further inside of her. Once he decided he had enough he tightened his grip on her waist and thrust in hard, impaling the elven queen on his cock in a single stroke. Caught off-guard, Iana let out a pained yelp – though even her cry of agony dripped with lust. His rough insertion had hurt her terribly, yet the pain wasn’t nearly enough to derail her need for sexual satisfaction.

Did that hurt, little elf? Kron taunted. If you’d like me to stop, just say the word – I wouldn’t want our first time to be painful to you or anything.

No, Iana grunted, in tremendous pain but more afraid of the aching she’d experience if he stopped. Please don’t stop – fuck me as hard as you like.

Good slut, Kron laughed. And don’t you worry – I’ll be fucking you as hard as I like whether you want me to or not. See, the thing I love about elves is how quickly they heal. If you were any other race I’d have to worry that I was damaging you – fucking a human this rough would destroy her cunt and make it worthless before I had even finished. With elves, though, I don’t have to worry about that. I’ll rape you as hard as I like, and you’ll heal up within minutes of my pulling out. Sure, over time I’ll stretch you out until your cunt is so loose you’ll be able to fit a fist up it without difficulty, but until that happens I get all the fun of raping your tight little hole over and over again.

Iana let out an involuntary moan. The prospect of being stretched out the way that he described was absolutely horrifying, yet a part of her found the idea to be almost hot. She knew she wouldn’t feel that way if it wasn’t for the potion she had been fed, but it didn’t seem to make a difference. Just imagining being stretched out to the point that her genitals would be worthless to anyone but an orc was quickly driving her to orgasm.

You sound like you’re having fun, Kron laughed as he fucked her without mercy. You might make a worthy fuck pet yet – you sure seem to enjoy orc cock. It’s too bad I didn’t that you enjoy being fucked like a pig in your own worthless temple earlier – we could have skipped this entire war altogether. Thank me for honoring your worthless elf cunt with my orc cock, whore. Prove to me that you’ll make a good fuck pet.

Thank you for honoring my worthless elf cunt with your orc cock, Iana moaned. She knew she should be disgusted with herself for saying such a thing, but she just didn’t care – the only thing that mattered to her was that Kron continued to fuck her.

Good slut, Kron praised. Now prove to me that you really want to be my fuck pet. Cum on my cock, so that all can see what rules you.

Iana wanted to hold out and retain her last shred of dignity, but her body just wouldn’t cooperate. Unable to hold herself off any longer, she broke into a powerful orgasm. Moaning loudly, she was vaguely aware of the fact that Kron’s bodyguards were standing around her laughing at her humiliating performance, but she really didn’t care. As every muscle in her body contracted violently she began to believe that what Kron had said was true – she really was ruled by his cock, at least at the moment.

Completely ignoring her orgasm, Kron continued to fuck her hard for another half hour. During that time he drove her to countless orgasms, each one eating away at any resistance Iana might have still held. As her body adjusted to his massive cock she found herself coming to love it – even if she despised the orc that it was attached to.

Eventually Kron reached orgasm himself. Gripping Iana by her hips, he drove into her as deeply as possible before flooding her womb with his orcish sperm. Iana felt his ejaculation filling her, but she felt something else as well. As massive quantities of hot semen filled her inside, she could feel the base of Kron’s cock inflating inside of her and further stretching her out. Though still under the potion’s influence she was deeply worried – if it got any bigger, she feared she might be stuck with his dick inside of her. Filled with panic, she tried her best to escape but was held steady by Kron’s strong hands.

You didn’t know about the knot, did you slut? Kron laughed as the base of his cock continued to inflate. It’s an evolutionary advantage that my people picked up when our race diverged from yours. See, after we mate, the knot swells up and keeps the male locked inside the female, plugging her hole and keeping all of the sperm inside. You’ll be stuck like this for another hour or so, impaled on my slowly wilting dick as my sperm continues to fill you. Oh, and just so you know – our races haven’t drifted so far apart that we’re infertile with each other just yet. Ork-elf hybrids may be rare, but they’ve been known to happen.

Iana was absolutely terrified. As Kron released his grip on her hips she tried to free herself, but found what he had said to be true – she really was stuck like that, impaled on his massive prick. Still feeling sperm oozing into her, she found the idea of being impregnated by an orc to be simultaneously disgusting and arousing, though she was no longer sure how much of the arousal was the effects of the potion. She wanted to believe that everything she had done had been the potion’s magic, but it was difficult to convince herself that the orgasms she had experienced meant nothing – they had, after all, been the most powerful of her entire life.

Stuck in her position, she had no choice but to hang her head in shame as Kron’s generals entered the temple and congratulated him on his conquest. She knew that they superficially meant his army’s conquest of Moonglenn, but it was difficult to ignore the way that they looked at her. She suspected that the conquest they were really congratulating him on wasn’t of her city at all, but was rather of her person.

After an hour Kron’s knot finally decreased in size to the point that Iana was finally able to remove his cock from inside of her. It came out of her with a vulgar wet popping noise, and the instant it was out of her thick orcish sperm flowed from her abused hole. Lying on the temple floor and leaking a torrent of her conqueror’s sperm onto the hallowed ground was humiliating, but she was a bit more concerned with the knowledge that all of it wasn’t leaking out – some would most certainly remain inside of, potentially impregnating her.

Congratulations, bitch, Kron grinned. I’ve decided to make you my fuck pet after all. Rest a minute, but don’t get too comfortable – there’s still the matter of your surrender.

My surrender? Iana asked, perplexed as to what was going on. What exactly did we just do?

That was just for fun, Kron laughed. Your actual surrender is going to be far more public. It’ll be good for my soldiers’ morale to watch a hated enemy bowing down to their War Chief. We’ll have a parade and everything.

Continue reading with chapter two of the story.

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