Farmhouse 2

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OOC: Heather Whiterspoon, 29 years old, blonde blue eyed, 5'5", well built and pretty.

It had been a long hard winter, as the first buds of spring showed themselves, Heather came out of the farmhouse. Still not use to being alone she turned to look for Brett when it struck her he was gone, dead. She continued to the barn to saddle the horse. She had to ride out to the fields to see how much work there was to do.

Twenty minutes later she sat on the horse looking at the barren land. She would have to hire some field hands if she wanted to keep the farm. As she gazed at the land she remembered a night some three months back when Brett came home from town with a raging fever. Whoever would have guessed that Brett would succumb to what they both thought was a heavy cold.

Heather turned and rode back to the farmhouse. She knew now for sure she was in big trouble unless she got some help. She took the horse to the barn, unsaddled him and gave him some oats in his stall. She returned to the farmhouse, tired and depressed at the thought of maybe having to sell her home.

OOC: This is a third I started awhile ago, my partner seems to have disappeared so I decided to repost it. I like the storyline and the character so I thought I would throw it out there again. Of course its calls for a man character man but it is a working farm so other migrant farm workers are more then welcome to join.

 

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Thrassk tightened the straps on his leather armor, peering out from his hidden position just behind the row of berry-bushes that comprised the eastern edge of Heather's farm. The orc's tusks were just beginning to show the slightest sign of yellowing, which marked Thrassk as a veteran, though not a true leader.

Not yet anyway.

The 6'5" orc stood up, his massive frame carrying his 260 pounds of muscle with ever so small a paunch on his belly. His green skin bore the scars of many a battle. He whistled, and was answered by Hgoth, his second, an orc of twenty summers. This was his third season campaigning, and he was an excellent shot with the bow.

It was an unusual skill for an orc to have, and had earned him some derision as he came of age. But he had quickly proven himself to Thrassk, and was an indispensable part of Thrassk's budding if still very small clan. The orc's signal had been that he saw no guards, no menfolk.

Thrassk scratched his crotch. This was unusual...most farmsteads had workers, even if only the males in the family. Many had hired hands. A few had guards...these were the ones that had to be taken carefully. Was it a trap?

About thirty feet to the right of Thrassk was Gonz. He had been wounded in the last battle, and still walked with a limp. But Thrassk knew when the time for battle came, he would fight his pain, and run and fight as well as he did when well. Even if he was wracked with pain later.

Thrask whistled like a bush-thresh...the signal for his three orcs to rally to him. "Remember," he said, "we look for a place to rest for a time. For Gonz to be healed. We not burn place. Understand?"

The other green-skinned orcs grunted their assent. The orcs then moved quickly toward the farmhouse.

 

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Heather stood by the sink washing her dishes. She was thinking of the problems that laid ahead and shaking her head at all the possibilities that she knew would not work. How would she run a farm of this size without Brett. She did not want to lose her home but that was exactly what was going to happen.

 

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Thraask and Hgoth came to the farmhouse door, as Gonz and Zek, a just-elevated youngling on his first adventure, moved around to the back. Thrassk trusted his orders not to burn the place or kill without cause had been listened to and would be heeded. Even by Zek...young as he was, he had shown surprising discipline.

"How we enter house," Hgoth whispered, questioning his leader.

Trassk grinned at him, all teeth. "We knock, like humans do."

"Knock?"

"Yes, and we see if human willing to be nice. Humans can be useful at some kinds of work." He scratched his crotch. "Human men-farmers know how to grow food, females can bear our younglings. Now hush."

The orcs reached the front door. True to his word, Trask gave two heavy knocks to the wooden front door.

 

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Heather jumped at the sound of such a loud knock. She grabbed the dish towel and walked to the door, drying her hands as she went. She opened the door wide. As she stood looking at something green before her eyes, she slowly raised her head to look into the eyes of a equally green faced something or other. Her mouth dropped open in shock at the huge being that stood before her.

 

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If Heather was like most humans in this area, she had heard of orcs, even if she had never seen one. The real thing was even more scary than the rumors...especially when it was standing in the doorway, big and powerful, ax in hand.

Cold reddish eyes regarded Heather. "Don't do anything dumb," the orc growled, "and you may get out of this just fine." Hgoth had his bow in hand. He was not as muscular as Thrassk, but still quite imposing at six feet one inch tall. He wore a leather breastplate, and a loincloth over his crotch...the bulge in it showed he was a male. He stared at the woman, his eyes roving over her body.

"We're hungry, woman." Thrassk said, looking at her expectantly. "Are you alone here? Don't lie."

 

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She could not believe that this being could speak her language, his threat was quite clear. She grabbed the door tightly and closed it fast but not fast enough.

 

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The orc did not so much speak her language as grunt it. Understanding was difficult, but possible.

Thrassk caught the door in a massive green hand, which Heather could see ended in clawed tips that were barely fingers. He pushed it open. Hgoth surged through the door, preparing to club the woman, but then remembered Thrassk's admonishment. Thrassk held up his hand.

"I know you scared, female, but you cannot stop us. We take whatever we want here, burn your farm to the ground. Or you do as we ask, we leave farm without burning. Up to you."

 

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Heather stepped back slowly. Her eyes darted around looking for an avenue of escape. She did not trust these beings one bit. She did not like the way the one was looking her over. They wanted food, she had gotten that much from there gubbled speech. She continued to back up until her back hit the wall.

 

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"Where you going," Hgoth asked. Thrassk looked irritated. "Food woman, now." He reached out and grabbed Heather's arm, then pushed her toward the kitchen. "Cook something." As the orc releases her, he pulled at her shirt, ripping off a couple buttons. They clattered onto the floor.

 

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Her hand automaticly went to her bosum to hold the shirt closed as she hurried to her stove to begin cooking. She took the large iron frying pan down from above the stove and turned the jet on. She bustled to the refrigetator and took out the eggs and hash browns. She was use to cooking for farm hands so she knew what they liked to eat. She put on the coffee as the eggs and potatoes cooked and added a third pan to cook sauage for them. The kitchen filled with the aroama of good food. She found a safety pin on her travels and pind her bodice closed. When the food was cooked she brought them pans over to the table and placed them on special coasters that protected her table. She got four plates out and utinsils and placed them in front of the four strange beings and then went back to pour the coffee and placed that in front of them too. She went back to the stove watching them from across the room.

 

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The orcs sat down, looking at the woman as she served their food. Four sets of eyes bored into her as she served up victuals. The orcs slowly removed their armor. The orc leader looked on approvingly. In the orcish tongue, which she did not understand, he told his companions, "We will have to find more females...maybe this one has kin. She has been cooperative, so we will not beat her."

He grinned. "But, of course, she must do all the duties of a female." The other orcs laughed. He slapped his knee, and then in the human tongue spoke to Heather. "Your food is good. Come sit with me, woman." He slapped his thigh, gesturing to her to sit down.

 

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Heather watched them remove their armor and what she saw beneath it made her frightened. They were very muscular and she was strangely attracted to them. They spoke in a language she did not know and laughed about something that gave her a foreboding feeling.

"Your food is good. Come sit with me, woman."

Heather shook her head no and back up as if to melt into the wall.

"I'm good over here, thank you"

 

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Thrassk growled at her. "Better for you if you come sit than if my warriors make you, woman. Best for you to go on being good female." The orc's eyes bored into her fiercely, brooking no resistance. "You cook good meal, now come entertain me." He held out a thick, muscular green arm, grinning.

 

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Heather's eye's dart around the room guaging how soon she could get to her room and lock the door but she sees one of his men starting to get up and she walks over to the big one that must be the leader and sits on his lap as his arm went around her.

Her heart was beating fast, she was scared really scared as she looked at his men who were grinning broadly.

 

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The orc leader grinned a toothy grin as the woman sat in his lap. One hand went around her shoulder, the other into her lap. She could see how powerful the orc was, saw the battle-scars on his green arms.

"So tell me about you and your kin," Thrassk said. "And take off your clothes, so we may see you better." The other orcs grinned with anticipation. Thrassk's grasp was gentle, but firm as a claw moved to toy with the farm woman's hair.

 

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Heather tried to relax as the big Orc held her gently but also firmly. His powerful body pressed against hers as he spoke. She was about to tell him that she had no kin when he told her to take off her clothing so they could see her better.

"No, are you out of your mind, not even my dead husband saw me naked in the middle of the day"

She tried to get off of his lap enraged at such a suggestion of a indecent nature but the hug Orc held her firmly on his lap.

 

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Heather tried to relax as the big Orc held her gently but also firmly. His powerful body pressed against hers as he spoke. She was about to tell him that she had no kin when he told her to take off her clothing so they could see her better.

"No, are you out of your mind, not even my dead husband saw me naked in the middle of the day"

She tried to get off of his lap enraged at such a suggestion of a indecent nature but the hug Orc held her firmly on his lap.

"We will see you naked anytime we wish, woman," Thrassk almost roared. With a massive hand, he tore open her top, buttons flying, and then her undergarments. Fabric ripped and tore--yet the humanoid was as dextrous as he was powerful, and his clawed fingers never once broke her skin.

Heather found herself practically naked from the waist up, the tatters of her clothes hiding nothing from the orcs' lustful gazes. The orc leader nudged aside the tatters, cupping one of her breasts almost playfully.

 

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His roar shocked Heather so that she was unprepared for his next action as he ripped open the bodice of her dress and then her undergarmentsl. She looked at him shocked that he had not ripped her flesh as well. She looked at the others and saw the lust in their eyes and shrank into the big Orc's arms, fear filling her heart. Suddenly the Orc cupped one of her breasts gently, almost playfully and she was ashamed of a slight groan that left her lips. She looked up at him confused and tried to cover her large firm breasts with her hands.

 

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Thrassk simply batted her hands aside as he toyed with her breasts...one hand went to his waist and the farmwife heard the sound of fabric being moved. "Nice breasts," the orc said approvingly. "Much milk for younglings. Our younglings." Her gaze went from orc to orc.

"Make yourself ready to be bred," Thrassk said, the eagerness in his voice. He didn't give her a chance to do much of anthing...he fumbled at his crotch for a moment...

 

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She kept her hands down as his little hit to her hands really hurt. He continued to touch her breasts and she felt tears stinging her eyes. When he said she would have much milk for our younglings, she shook her head no but knew he was doing something with his other hand as she heard fabric being moved.

She was scared that all these Orcs would have their way with her as she looked from one to another until she heard him tell her to make herself ready to bred. She shook her head no again.

She stupidly thought her skirt and panties would stop him from taking her and sat firm against him willing herself not to move.

 

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Thrassk simply shrugged. He had much experience in taking human women. He remembered when he had been raiding, and had taken two women side by side. This was after he had promised each of them individually that he would spare the other if she gave herself to him.

So once he got the orc-cock out, he just moved the woman's panties aside, and his hard cock-head found her slit. With a tug, she found herself sitting on something bigger than any man she had ever known.

 

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Heather had known only one man in her life, her husband and he had always prepared her with a long period of foreplay as Heather was small. When she felt this huge thing against her sex she paniced and a look of surprise came over the Orc's face as he seemed only able to get the huge head of his shaft into her.

 

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The orc was not much for foreplay...he was drunk on power, on being able to strut into the human woman's home, order her to make him and his troops food, and then use her for his pleasure. For him, the whole meal had been foreplay, and he only cared about himself.

So he brought the woman down onto his orc-cock, clawed hands on her breasts, savoring the tightness of her womanhood on his hard cock. Pushing up with his crotch, grunting with lust as he moved roughly and ardently into her.

 

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Heather groaned as he pushed his huge organ into her body. Somehow he had manage to get between her legs and spread her wide. He was filling her deeper then she had ever thought possible. Her eyes were wide with shock as he began to ride her.

The skirt of her dress was beginning to tangle around their feet as his clawed hands continued to move around her lush body.