Behind trembling hands, Lizbeth witnesses the orc’s brutal conquest, but it’s the sight of her teacher’s willing submission to the green-skinned beast that truly ignites her forbidden desires.

Part 4: The Maiden’s Orcish Submission, By Mia Sumner

Lizbeth fled through the trees. Guilt gnawed at her, but she didn’t dare look back, didn’t dare think of Darrick. Her breath came in sharp gasps as her feet pounded on the uneven ground. She had to get back to the village, maybe Master Oweyn or the other men could do something. In truth, she wasn’t sure who or what was coming for them. She hadn’t stayed long enough to find out, but Darrick’s reaction told her that it would be nothing good.

The village wasn’t far from the spot where Darrick, and she, had been playing. She knew these woods well; they were a little way from the village. The games she played with the village lads required a bit of privacy. There was talk, of course, but it didn’t get back to the elders. Besides, it was all harmless fun. A little teasing, a little exploration, and afterward Darrick and the other boys were always so grateful.

The chickens scattered, clucking wildly as Lizbeth barreled into the village. If that wasn’t enough to raise attention, her screams were. Master Oweyn came out of his smithy, hammer still in hand, to find out what the commotion was, and soon the other elders were gathering.

It was already too late, though. Even as she summoned the breath to explain, she heard the sounds of steel-shod boots approaching the village. A look passed between the elders. For just a moment they froze, then the whole village sprang into action.

Maid Thiphania grabbed Lizbeth by the elbow and pulled her towards the meeting hall. Numb with fear, Lizbeth allowed Maid Thiphania, a woman more than twice her age and half her size, to pull her along.

“Go to the hiding place.” Maid Thiphania hissed.

“But the children…” Lizbeth started.

“I shall fetch them. Do as you’re told.” The older woman snapped.

Years of obedience while taking lessons from Maid Thiphania kicked in and Lizbeth nodded, scurrying into the meeting hall and heading back behind the elder’s table to the hidden alcove.

Moments later, she heard the first screams. There had been no attacks on Briar Glen in Lizbeth’s lifetime. She had seen animals hunted and killed, but never people, and she was glad she couldn’t see it now, the noises were bad enough. She shrank back against the wall of the alcove, her brain conjuring images of what must be happening outside. Surely the broad-chested and sinewy Master Oweyn, a source of many fantasies since her flowering, would be able to fend them off.

At the sound of footsteps, Lizbeth peered around the corner. Her heart rose at the sight of Maid Thiphania leading several of the young ones into the hall and sank as before the Maid could shut the wooden door, it was forced wide open to allow three brutish and misshapen orcs to enter.

Lizbeth bit her hand to stifle a gasp. Bandits might have been expected, but not monsters in this number, not this far north. The first of the orcs casually backhanded Maid Thiphania, sending her to the ground, while the other two gathered the children. Lizbeth glanced at the door, expecting Master Oweyn or one of the other village men to come to the rescue, but the sounds of fighting had died down, and her heart sank as she realized what that meant. Were they dead or merely captured?

More orcs entered the hall as the children Lizbeth had grown up with were dragged off to who knew what fate. The orc who had knocked down Maid Thiphania, larger than the others and clearly a leader, chuckled and walked over to where she still lay on the ground, moaning.

“This un’s too old for the slave markets.” He snarled, his voice as low and harsh. “Gots other uses, though.”

With that, he dropped his pants, and Lizbeth, who could see everything from her hiding place, gaped at the monstrous cock that jutted out from his groin. She had some limited experience with cocks, but she had never seen anything like this. The green shaft was as deformed and gnarled as the rest of the orc’s body, but it was also thicker and longer than any cock she had ever seen.

Maid Thiphania was staring at it too and she looked scared. She struggled to push herself up from the floor, but the orc just grabbed her by the hair and yanked her up, thrusting his cock into her mouth as she yelled out in pain.

Lizbeth stared, a horrified fascination gripping her as the orc’s cock hammered into her teacher’s mouth. Thiphania’s struggles were obscene, the green shaft plunging so deep that her throat bulged with each thrust.

Her teacher tried to fight and resist, but it was futile. Far weaker than her orc abuser and desperate for air, she soon hung limp, held up only by her hair as the orc grunted his pleasure and pumped his seed into Maid Thiphania’s mouth.

Lizbeth bit her lip, horrified and thankful the worst of the ordeal was over. The orc let go of Thiphania’s hair, and she slumped back down, moaning oddly.

“Get ready boys.” The orc captain laughed. Lizbeth frowned, wondering what that meant. She was trapped here until these orcs left, and if she made any effort to help her teacher, she would be spotted immediately and share a similar fate. The thought of that gnarled green cock in her mouth made her shudder.

Maid Thiphania moaned again, and her hands moved slowly, almost caressing her body. “Please.” she moaned, but it didn’t sound like she was begging for mercy. What was she doing, Lizbeth wondered. The Orc captain seemed to know something.

“There you go, boys, one taste is all it takes. Strip ‘er.”

The other orcs swarmed around her, ripping the clothes from her body, but Maid Thiphania did not resist as they pulled off her shift, revealing her pendulous breasts. Lizbeth had never once seen Maid Thiphania even partially naked, but now her plump body was completely exposed, and she made no effort to cover herself.

To Lizbeth’s astonishment, Maid Thiphania licked her lips, locking her eyes feverishly on the cock still jutting from the orc captain’s groin.

“Crawl for it.” He laughed, waving his cock around like a crude lure.

And she did, getting on her hands and knees, pendulous breasts swinging as she crawled to the orc captain. The other orcs jeered, but she didn’t stop, crawling up to the captain and eagerly licking his hard shaft. Lizbeth stared in disbelief as her former teacher, a virgin of two-score and ten years if she was a day, worshiped the cock that had just violated her.

Lizbeth had held a few cocks in her hand, though nothing this monstrous, she had never actually licked or swallowed. Thiphania had done both in the space of minutes and as Lizbeth watched eagerly sucked on the orc captain’s green balls. What had happened to her?

The orc captain grabbed Maid Thiphania’s hair and threw her back onto the ground. She lay there writhing, looking up at her rapist, and… spread her legs for him. Lizbeth didn’t understand, but she couldn’t look away. The orc wasted no time, getting between Maid Thiphania’s legs and thrusting his shaft into her, provoking moans that could only be of pleasure.

Sex was not an alien thing to Lizbeth. In the small one-room hut she shared with her family, she had occasionally spied her parents making love under the blankets. But this was not the slow loving that she had witnessed. She watched in both fascination and horror as the orc fucked Thiphania, no longer a maid, fast and hard. He bent her legs back over his shoulders, spreading her wide so he could plow deep into her.

For her part, Thiphania welcomed him in, moaning with each thrust, her large breasts flopping wildly with the force of the movement. Lizbeth squirmed her body reacting instinctively to the obvious pleasure that Thiphania was experiencing, but she pushed those thoughts from her mind. She had to stay focused, she needed to escape somehow.

The orc captain gave a final grunt and thrust as he deposited his seed in Thiphania’s womb. As he withdrew, Lizbeth’s gaze was drawn to his still-hard cock, glistening with her teacher’s saliva and his own seed. A cock that had tamed her former teacher. The captain walked from the hall and Lizbeth relaxed thinking the ordeal was finally over, but instead the other two orcs stripped off their pants ready for their turn.

Lizbeth sat there in silence watching each orc take his pleasure with Thiphania, who eagerly cooperated, moaning and begging for more regardless of what they did to her. She heard every pant and gasp and groan as the orcs satiated themselves. She didn’t know how long it went on for, although it seemed like hours, and she was uncomfortably aware of the wetness between her legs. Lizbeth tried to tell herself that it was a rape, but Thiphania’s moans were too eager, her body too willing. The raw animalistic nature of the act was almost overpowering, stirring something within Lizbeth.

Finally, they were all done, and they dragged Thiphania, still writhing and moaning, by the hair out of the hall. Lizbeth waited for a while, worried they might come back, but eventually, she crept out of her hiding place and towards the door of the hall. When she felt brave enough to peer outside, the sight that met her made her stomach clench.

Briar Glen was in ruins, several of the huts were smoking and there was no sign of life anywhere. An eerie silence hung in the air, broken only by the crackling of flames. The orcs had destroyed the village and with it her whole life.

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