Breaking In a Maiden (open)

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For your role-playing pleasure, one 18 year-old redheaded maiden named Bianca. A merchant's daughter, who has wandered into the woods looking for herbs to pick. Only she has wandered further outside the patrolled city limits than is wise, and there are no watchmen in sight. And it is getting rather far advanced into the afternoon.

I'm looking for her to encounter one or more nasty males...maybe humans, or orcs, ogres, lizard-men, etc., who are quite willing to take full advantage of the fact Bianca is miles from any possible aid. And she has her mother and two older sisters who could, in time, be taken advantage of.

 

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[Sean Renaud]

I'm up to play.

Grimash
Fairly standard Orcish Barbarian.

 

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Allrighty. Welcome aboard.

Bianca had been in the mood for some sunroot...it was getting harder and harder to find. When steeped, sunroot gave a sense of peace and tranquility. It was also valuable to sell. For that very reason, the plant had been harvested to near-extinction.

At least near the town.

So Bianca had seen some hillocks to the south of town, about two miles away, that looked like prime territory to find sunroot. But the locals here were afraid to venture out of town...tales of monsters and other rubbish. And, as Bianca's mother had taught her, she was not one to let superstition stand in the way of making a bag or two of silver. So she had hiked out, wearing her basket slung across her back. In her tight skirt and blouse, she was a pretty sight.

The trip had taken longer than she had thought. But sure enough, in front of a rock outcropping, there was sunroot. Its blue-purplish flowers, in groups of four, with the arrowhead-shaped furry leaves, was a dead giveaway. And these were prime specimens.

As she bent down in front of the rock outcropping, she saw strange, unsettling runes carved into the rock. It was a language she had never seen before. It looked like it had been carved some time ago. Bianca wondered what it was...

 

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Grimash turned slightly to watch as the young human encroached on his territory. It had been months since the last human had came out this far alone, longer than that since one had come like this one unarmed. As she approached a toothy grin spread across his maw. The human was female, and attractive at that.

He gripped his axe in one hand as his muscles tensed to pounce, letting her get close enough to the warning glyph to read it. "Stupid human sow doesn't understand." He growled under his breath before rushing out of his hiding place.

His axe glistened in the air as he charged forward a violent battle cry ripping its way free of his lungs as he barrled down on the soon to be captive woman.

 

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To say that Bianca was shocked at the orc suddenly charging out of the brush would have been wholly inadequate. One second she was peacefully harvesting the sunroot. The next, there was a couple hundred pounds of orc, leather and steel loudly bursting into her little world, charging full-bore.

Bianca dropped the basket in sheer astonishment, and bolted toward a creek that spilled forth in a small waterfall from the rock outcropping. She screamed something that neither she nor the orc could really understand. All she could think of was running away from the man-beast barreling toward her.

 

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She ran, exactly like he expected her too but she was quick. It took him a second to catch up with her before he tackled her from behind, one arm wrapped around her waist one hand placed firmly on the back of her skull. A dark rattling laugh escaped his jaws as he plunged her head down beneath the stream.

"Good little one." He taunted pushing her head farther down till it grazed the submerged rocks. He would hold her just like that until she started to slow if he could. Of course he didn't want her to drown but her certainly wanted her terrified. Once she did he pull her up. "Good girls don't fight they obey. Right pig?" He didn't give her a chance to answer the first time, or the second either instead he plunged her head beneath the water before she could answer, or attempt to the first two times before he'd finally give her a shot.

 

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Bianca drew in urgent breaths of air after the second time under the cold flowing creek. Water dribbled down her head from her soaked, dark-red hair, flowing onto her blouse. The garment was now stuck to her budding young chest. This was far from her mind, however.

"Whatdoyouwant?" The words spilled from her panting mouth. "Iwas...justhere...to pick some...sunroot plants. That's it." She looked him up and down. "You're...you're an orc, aren't you?" She shuddered a bit. She had heard stories of orcs, none of them good. Then again, most of them were from stories told by human soldiers frequenting the town's taverns who made a living fighting orcs. "I'm not--not one of the soldiers from the Legions. So please don't hurt me."

 

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Grimash laughed as he twisted her hair forcing her to face him now. Using her hair like a handle he wrenched her face to within inches of his own. His hot fetid breath bathed her face. "Grimash know you not soldier. You're a dirty sow." He reached up and gripped her blouse, two fingers between her tits as and then he wrenched downward tearing her blouse open.

There were all kinds of stories about human girls. They were second only to elves when it came to mating arts and this one looked like she would be excelent.

 

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No! The orc intended to eat her! Bianca screamed as her blouse was torn open, and her right breast fell out through the open hole of torn fabric, bulging out. The soldiers had told her in their stories that orcs would gladly eat any kind of meat, including humans.

Terrified beyond measure, the girl squirmed and thrashed. Sheer fear gave strength beyond the norm for her, and she actually managed to kick Grimash just below his knee, almost breaking free. Finally her screams became intelligible. "Don't eat me! Nooooo! Hellllp!"

 

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"Eat you?" Grimash laughed plunging her head back beneath the water as he finished tearing her clothing till only a collection of shreds remained. Once he'd accomplished that he lifted her up and tossed her over one shoulder and started walking away from the river. Eventually more humans, warriors would come to find her. A pile of shredded clothing would be enough to convince them that she'd met an untimely fate. Which she had, but not the one they would imagine.

"What is your name sow?" He tapped his chest with one of his huge fists. "Grimash." His fingers slowly wandered over the backs of her calves moving steadily to the back of her thighs.

 

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Bianca was too busy spitting out the cold water she'd nearly choked on. "Don't eat me don't eat me" was the refrain she kept chanting. Even as her teeth chattered from cold and fear. She was aware she was pratically naked now, her breasts spilling out from around the tatters of her top. Her bottoms were gone entirely, dumped unceremoniously at the creek where she had been abducted.

Which of course merely reinforced her fears that she was now on the menu. Chattering in fear, she ignored his question at first. Then it occurred to her overloaded brain that someone--even something--about to eat usually didn't bother to get on a first-name basis with its next meal.

"Please don't--my name? My name is--is Bianca. And...and you are Grimash?"

 

[Sean Renaud]

"Yes. Grimash." He slammed his fist against his barrel like chest again. "Bianca?" He brought his open hand down on her rear roughly.

He waited a moment for her to respond then continued. "No eat. Not girls. Girls used for other things." His hand slapped down on her rear again but this time remained in place roughly kneading her flesh and inching his fingers steadily closer to her womanhood.

 

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Bianca was relieved that she wasn't going to be eaten. And, while the girl wasn't the brightest bulb on the tree, she was far from the dullest; nevertheless, the "girls used for other things" reference went over her rather young and inexperienced head. "Yes, my name is Bianca," the girl said, now able to speak more coherently.

She cried out in astonishment as he spanked her. "What was that for," she asked. Then he did it again...only he began rubbing her down there, hand inching upwards. "Are you sure you're not going to eat me? You act like you're seeing how thick I am." Her legs opened up, allowing the orc to see her red-haired snatch.

 

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Grimash tossed her down on the the grassy hill and then reached down gripping her ankles and splitting her legs wide open. That was one of those moments that made it terribly obvious just how much larger than she he truly was. Him spreading his arms was nearly enough to rip the petite femme in twine baring her opening to him.

"Thick?" He raised a brow as he looked down at her. "Not thick. Pretty." From her current angle she would easily have seen what his true interest was in her. A massive length of orc flesh hung between his muscled thighs steadily hardening as he watched her and pushing his loincloth aside. Beneath that a pair of plumsized balls swayed slightly as he moved.

 

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Now it was all too apparent what the orc wanted. Bianca had seen naked boys before, even seen one hard. But nothing could have prepared her for this. The orc was like two boys. Maybe three.

She had also seen a male horse engorged...that was more like what this orc looked like. She had been on a farm long enough to understand the concept of breeding, even if she didn't know enough to fill in all the blanks for herself, she could fill in all the ones that really mattered. And she knew that males who wanted to breed, really wanted to, were difficult for the female of the species to fight off. But he wasn't even of her species...

Her eyes were wide. Her legs had drifted back together as she lay on her back, she closed them. Then, seeing the look on the orc's face, she slowly spread them again. She knew she couldn't resist such power.

"I...I won't try and fight you. Okay? Just...do it and then let me go. Okay?"

 

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"Not fight?" He asked releasing her legs and canting his head slightly to the side as he looked at her in confusion. "Grimash already win. Catch you and rip clothes." He smiled and reached down gripping a handful of her hair and twisting it around his fist. Orcish claws dug slightly into her scalp as he twisted her this way and that. "Bianca belong to Grimash. Bianca now my breeder! Give Grimash many strong smart sons!"

There was a definite reason why human females were preferable. Orcs were terribly strong but inteligence wasn't their strong suit. The mixture of human blood rarely dulled the feral strength or animalistic brutality common amongst orcs but it always brought a nearly human level of cunning that made them respected amongst their own kind. A half-orc son was something to be proud of.

 

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The girl groaned as the orc pulled at her hair. "That's why I won't bother trying to fight," Bianca said. She laid back on the grass, her legs apart. "You would just catch me and do what you want to do anyway." Then she realized he had said "many sons."

"So...are you going to let me go when you're done with me? My mother and sister and aunt would miss me if I didn't return home." Her eyes drifted to his, but then back to that rampant orcflesh pointed like a tube at her.

 

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For the first time since he'd captured her an amused smile crossed his face as he reached down and slapped his knee roaring in laughter. "Let Bianca go?" He smiled and sat down on the grass staring at her. "Never. After Biana planted with seed Bianca serve brothers Zug and Kruk." He crossed his legs and yanked her closer to him and pulled her closer to him placing his hand on her breasts and roughly starting to knead her nipples. "Then when Grimash son, when Taur, born. That is son's name." He tapped her stomach. "Taur." He nodded to emphasis his point. "When he born you feed him with these." His attentions returned to her tits at that point."

 

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"Oh gods, there are more of you?" Bianca put her head in her hands. He planned on keeping her...not only for himself, but his brothers too. "You're going to...keep me?" She thought about trying to run.

But she knew it was useless.

So when the orc tugged on her, she scooted over closer to him. There was nothing else she could do. Mother had always told her that a woman's role was to please men. "I guess this is what Mother meant when she said what a woman's job was. She always did what my father wanted. But one day my father did not return. So it has been just us. So I am to bear your...offspring?" Her hand touched his hard orc-flesh. And when he squeezed her breasts, she did not pull away...

 

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She tied her ample red curls into a bun at the nape of her neck. It was warm and her head covering wasn't necessary but her hair was too heavy, causing her to sweat as she worked. Flora was visiting her childhood home for the weekend. It was mother's birthday and because novitates to the convent already had taken vows of poverty, Flora had no money with which to buy her mother presents so she had decided that the best gift would be a visit where she could take over all of mother's chores for her on her special day.

Flora was on the path to become a nun. She had been at the convent for a year already and would soon be taking her official vows. Mother was proud of her twenty year old daughter for her sacrifice, especially because a girl of such sweet temper and beauty could have easily found a husband if she was interested. But, Flora had always been spiritually devout and pledged herself to something in her mind much more important than marriage and procreation.

Since she was home, and there was no one there to judge her, no men to be distracted by her lovely hair, and the work had her warm, she had removed her habit and wore only her holy robes hiding her perfectly voluptuous figure from the world as she cleaned the house for her mother. She had bread baking in the oven for supper later and had just washed and hung up laundry to dry outside. Now, Flora was sweeping the dust from the floors, humming to herself happily as she did so. She was pleased that her mother had let her give her the gift of a day's work and her mother was now outside in the sunshine tending to her garden which was a pleasurable hobby and not a chore for the woman so Flora didn't protest it.

She looked up at the placement of the sun in the sky. he had hoped to get some help from her younger sister, Bianca at some point but the girl still hadn't returned home from her herb gathering excursion. Flora found herself wondering when the silly girl would return. Hopefully, in time for supper.

 

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"Not scared?" He grinned again baring his huge fang like teeth as he leaned forward a little closer to her. "You are a pretty girl. Take you home and breed you, lots and lots of sons. Build Grimash tribe." He tapped his chest. "Bianca be mother and slave."

His hands were rough and caloused from a lifetime of battle. That and orcs were in no way known for being gentle but when he gripped her breasts he wasn't trying to hurt her. He pinched down on her nipples roughly twisting and pulling her into his lap as he continued to abuse her body.

"Bianca be good girl?" He asked reaching his hand up and running his fingers through her hair, petting her like she was some kind of animal. "Grimash not have to beat you?"

 

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Bianca crawled into the orc's lap, moaning and whimpering a bit as the orc twisted her nipples. She wished he would stop that, but she knew there were far more painful things this beast could do. And would do, if he became angry with her.

"Not scared," she said. It wasn't exactly true. But something told her this warrior would show contempt for weakness, and respect for courage, however grudging. She shuddered as the beast petted her. But when he asked if she would be good, she nodded tearfully. "You won't...won't have to beat me."

The still-hard orc-cock jutted up between her legs as she sat in the orc's lap. She stroked it with one hand.

 

[Sean Renaud]

Grimash's huge cock twitched sligthly as she ran her hand over its length. A trickle of pre-cum started to ooze from the tip as she worked.

"Not scared. Good." He gripped her by the hair and twisted her around slightly in his lap forcing her face down to his cock. "Suck." As soon as she opened her mouth be it to speak or otherwise he'd slame her face down onto his cock steadily forcing her to accept the thick meat into her throat. "Good pet."