The Queen's Conquest. Chapter Four.

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Arruk is finally granted the freedom she's craved since being captured by Aisshaee, and allowed to leave the Queen's bedchambers. Making the escape attempt she's dreamed of for weeks, Arruk soon wishes she'd remained with her captor.

-o-o-o-

Aisshaee let out a low, pleased sigh as she tugged her cock free of her conquered lover’s hole, flashing a cruel smile down at her pet orc, cock still throbbing and wet.

“That was wonderful my dear.”

Arruk groaned, eyes squeezed tight shut and jaw bunched, but she couldn’t hide the aroused blush on her cheeks. The Queen chuckled and patted her quivering thigh before turning away and brushing her hands through her hair. “However did I manage all those years without you?” she purred. “The girls are such sweet things, always eager to please, but you? Those big soft breasts and those lovely muscles? That velvety cunt and the way you mew so sweetly when I take you? Mhm!”

Arruk bit her tongue and sat up, wincing as she pressed a palm to her swelling belly. “I’m not your… plaything.” She growled softly. “You promised you’d let me go… it’s been… a long time.” She paused; brows creased. Time was so difficult to tell within the Queen’s realm, it could have been hours or years for all she knew.

“I promised I’d consider taking you out for walks in the overworld.” Aisshaee tutted, twirling her wrists and conjuring a gossamer-thin dress the texture of dragonfly wings about her voluptuous body. “And you promised you’d be a good girl.”

“I’ve done everything you’ve asked.” Arruk whispered, averting her eyes as The Queen smiled at her. “Let you do whatever you pleased to me. Yet you have not allowed me to step foot outside of this chamber.”

“Don’t you like our bedroom?” Aisshaee pouted mockingly. “I find it so wonderfully comfortable. Ah, but I assume you’re used to sleeping in your cave, no? Perhaps I could procure you a nice slab of stone and a bear-pelt? Would that be more to your liking?”

Arruk sniffed, she did miss the smell of furs and the musk of her cave, everything in the queen’s realm smelled so insipidly fresh. “You won’t.”

“I might.” The Queen smiled brightly. “But you’d have to earn them, do something special for me.”

“Is there any humiliation you have not already made me suffer through?” Arruk hissed, only to squeak as Aisshaee took her by the cheeks and squeezed.

“A few come to mind.” The Dryad purred softly, her amber eyes flashing with cruel delight. “But I could make you do whatever I please, no… you’ll have to earn your treats all by yourself. Show some initiative, some creativity, or is that beyond a savage barbarian like you?”

“I am not a savage!” Arruk rumbled mutinously. “I am a warrior; I follow the code of my ancestors and bring honour to my clan.”

“Oh really?” Aisshaee chuckled, “How much honour do you bring to your clan when you’re bouncing your lovely rump on my cock?”

“Viper.” Arruk spat.

Aisshaee only laughed and tousled her braided hair. “Still such fire, even with how far you’ve fallen. I shall be sad to see it go I think.”

“You will be disappointed.” Arruk whispered.

“We shall see.” The Queen smiled gently, kissing her cheek. “I shall leave the door open for you today, let’s see how you like the taste of freedom, I do hope it’s everything you hoped for.”

With that she turned and swept away, iridescent dress fluttering as she brushed the door open and disappeared around the corner.

Arruk sat and stared for a moment. The door was open, the guards dismissed… the two greatest obstacles to her freedom removed. Perhaps she could find some way out of the Queen’s realm?

She stood slowly and padded to the doorway, waving her hand across the opening to make sure there was no magical barrier that would cruelly block her escape. There was none, and she stuck her head around the edge of the doorway, glancing nervously back and forth down the hall. No guards either.

She tentatively stepped out past the door, grinned and hurried as fast as she could away from her prison. It had been so long she barely remembered the way the guards had dragged her when she had first fallen into Aisshaee’s clutches, something not helped by all the corridors of the palace looking the same. At last, she ran out into a wide entrance hall, towering windows of hardened amber sending streams of golden light over the polished floor on either side, and an immense door to Arruk’s front.

It put the door to Aisshaee’s bedchambers to shame, gods, it put the doors to even the greatest human keeps to shame.

If Arruk hadn’t been able to move Aisshaee’s door, there was no hope of budging this.

Arruk’s delight at freeing herself faded in an instant and she came to an awkward halt. A hopeful push confirmed her fears and she felt tears well in her eyes.

She sniffed angrily and swiped at her face before folding her arms and inspecting the room. There were other doors that undoubtedly led to other exits, but all of them would have doors just as impassable. Her choices were simple, concede defeat and return to her captor’s room to await the next humiliation, or wait and hope for a chance to escape when at last the door opened.

Arruk’s jaw tightened, defeat was not an option.

It took hours for the door to open, or at least it felt that way, but just as Arruk’s hope had begun to vanish, a group of young dryads pushed open the door and she dashed for freedom.

-o-o-o-

Arruk let out a pitiful whimper as she lay at the foot of the great door no less than three days later. Mustering all her strength, she raised one hand and banged it weakly against the massive slab of wood. The dryad sperm lathered over her palm rendered the sound more of a splat than a knock, but it had its intended effect.

“Ah, you’re back.” the guard who opened the door said, smirking at Arruk’s humiliated form. “The Queen is expecting you in her chambers.” Arruk groaned and crawled through the doorway, wincing as it slammed shut behind her.

Her escape had been the greatest disaster of her life, beyond even the humiliating defeats Aisshaee had put her through in the early days of her imprisonment. She had rushed from the palace with glee on her face, running awkwardly and cradling her pregnant belly all the while. She hadn’t expected the sheer scale of Aisshaee’s realm, but as she had stared at the vast city of trees within the tower of bark that enclosed the entire land, she had realised it would only make it easier to hide.

If only she’d made it that far.

Not two streets past the palace walls she’d been surrounded.

“Look sisters, it’s Her Majesty’s personal bitch.” The leader of the group had purred, backing Arruk to a wall like a cornered beast. “She must have fallen out of favour. Such a shame.”

“Don’t be a fool, sister, clearly she’s a gift from mother.” Another had cooed, reaching for Arruk’s breast only to hiss as she was slapped away.

“Either way, she’s wonderfully soft.” A third had grinned, pointed fangs bared evilly. “And so very full, perhaps we should add our seeds to the Queen’s?”

“Do not touch me.” Arruk had growled, balling her fists and readying herself for a fight that wouldn’t come.

“We’ll do what we please.” The leader had smiled simply, utterly unconcerned with the threat. “You couldn’t fight us even if you weren’t slow and heavy with our Queen’s daughters, so be a good girl and make yourself useful.”

A shiver went down Arruk’s spine even at the memory of the words ‘good girl’, but as the leader had reached out and sunk her fingers into her bare breasts, she had made no attempt to fight her off. The slender dryad’s cruel chuckle had made her cringe as the girl kneaded her bust, baring her fangs in a taunting smile as all her friends closed in, adding their hands to her own.

In an instant, Arruk’s body had been under assault by more hands than she could count, fingers tugging at her nipples and squeezing at her breast. Stroking over her belly and cupping the swell of her rump. They had pressed confidently between her thighs, between her folds and into the confines of her rear. She hadn’t even been able to speak in defence of herself, her lips sucking helplessly on a pair of talons that had threatened to plunge down her gullet.

Even with all of Aisshaee’s roughness, Arruk hadn’t been prepared for the viciousness with which the young dryads took her. Her body had been nothing but a toy to be played with, her whines and mews of unwanted pleasure only encouraging their lustful attacks.

Arruk had been thrown to the ground like a ragdoll, her mouth opened in a shocked gasp only to be stabbed full of the leader of the dryads’ cock. She had gagged wetly and tried to push the girl away, but her hands ad been instantly snatched up and forced around another two dryad shafts. Helpless to resist, Arruk had been made to stroke off the girls’ cocks, spit oozing over her chin and her eyes watering as the others waited their turn.

Sobs of pain and humiliation had bubbled vaguely from the once-proud orc’s lips as she was throatfucked, her heaving breasts slapped and fondled by the vicious group until they blushed a dark green. The dryads’ laughter as they hoisted her plump green orbs, making them swing and bounce before teasing her nipples, had cut as deep as any blade.

The first of so many loads of sickly-sweet seed had hit the back of Arruk’s throat hard enough to make her choke, the hot syrup oozing from her nostrils as she gagged and spluttered. The poor orc had retched and spat up a mouthful of the cum as her mouth was vacated, only for the next of the group to take her place and shut her up once again.

Soon enough Arruk had been yanked forwards onto her hands and knees, her firm rear explored by greedy hands before she was filled with another hard thrust of Dryad cock. Arruk had been able to feel her body quiver under each impact of dryad hips against her, her breasts swinging and ass jiggling to jeers and laughter from the cruel girls she was at the mercy of. By the time the next load of seed had come gushing into her body, the gaggle of Dryads who had been entertaining themselves had reached their peaks as well.

Arruk had sobbed as she felt sperm shower down on her helpless body, trembling as her holes were continuously pounded even as every inch of green muscle was splattered with amber spunk a dozen times over.

Arruk still didn’t know how long it had been, hours, days, weeks, but at last she had found herself alone in the street. Her body bathed in sperm and full of so many seeds she could barely walk, there was only one thing she could do, and with more shame than she could bear to think about, she had begun the long crawl back to Aisshaee.

-o-o-o-

“Ah, hello there love.” Aisshaee beamed as Arruk staggered into her chambers, dripping cum onto the polished floor and panting with humiliation. “I worried I might have to entertain myself tonight.”

“Please.” Arruk managed to groan, cupping her bloated belly. “I’m so… full.”

“Oh you poor thing.” Aisshaee cooed patronisingly. “You know, I think I have just the thing to take your mind off your troubles.” She gestured with a hand, and as Arruk’s gaze followed her heart sunk. Four tall, leering Dryads were watching her with hungry eyes.

“These are my favourite rangers.” Aisshaee purred. “They’ve just returned from visiting some other clans and I promised them a treat. You wouldn’t mind taking care of them, now would you?”

Arruk trembled and mutely shook her head.

Aisshaee patted her head fondly. “That’s my girl.”