Chapter 2: The Ritual

The Orgy...

Within the first hours of the birthing ritual the sound of mass lust echoed across the countryside. The deep orcish grunts might have sounded like some hellish war chant but they were in fact the most organized display of lust and fertility the realms had to offer. For every female orc and male orc were in the process of intense sex.

Down in the War Chief’s pavilion in the center was a blonde woman down on all fours with her legs spread taking it doggystyle from her new owner, and master.

Gone was the defiant king from hours before, and what was left was a moaning wanton fuckslut. She had already came several times in the last three hours since her virginity was taken. Brun had just made Shalya, the new name that Brun declared she be called, swallow all his cum. She was unable to take it and ended up coughing it on the ground. Brun promptly rebuked her and made her lick it up from the stone flooring. Brun was intent on making her into a real woman.

The Orcs were loving the humiliation they were inflicting on their most hated enemy. Brun grunted harshly as he did not let the former King, (or was it Queen now?) have a minute of respite. He grabbed her long blonde curls and pulled backwards and yanked her head upwards as he pounded into her from behind.

Shayla felt shame burn her cheeks, as her legs felt weak, and she was responding to the rough fucking that Brun was subjecting her to.

“That’s it! Take it my fuckslut! Take your master’s cock like the whore you are!!”

Brun declared as he sped up his assault on her nether lips.

“Ah, ah, ah, fuck, fuck, fuck!!” Shayla screamed back at him as he filled her up so nice inside of her sex. She was so confused as he had not let up since they started.

In fact, if she were to read further into the fertility ritual that is known as Birthing Day to the orcs, she would have found out they drink the Draught of Making, which essentially allows them to have sex the entire two weeklong event!!! As it stood, she had just been fucked senseless for three hours straight. It would be a miracle if the former King, “Shayla” survived with her mind intact.

“Tell me you love my cock, tell me bitch!!!” Brun chortled with hellish vigor.

“Ah ah Ah oh fuck oh fuck” Shayla did not process the request right away as she was too busy processing an enormous thick cock pounding her just right every three seconds to even think to cry out as commanded.

“I ah I ah I ah Loooove! Your coooockk!” Shayla managed out after the tenth or eleventh thrust by Brun. Just in time to experience another ridiculous powerful orgasm. In fact, she gushed like a geyser all over her new master.

Brun for his part growled as he came once again hard inside her sex. Shayla braced herself and yelled again as her orgasms were wracking her body like a machine gun over and over as she felt the Brun’ milky seed coat her new womb.

“Oh fuuuuuuuccckkk It feels so good!!!!” Shayla screamed as she was being decimated by pleasurable onslaught after pleasurable onslaught. She did not care at that moment, that mere hours earlier, this would have been considered the ultimate humiliation she could have suffered to her former enemy.

Several hours later.

Shayla was now in the birthing tent as several of the Orc mothers had started going into labor, obviously from participating the Birthing ritual the year before. As Shayla was finding out the fertility ritual had two sacred parts, Conception, and Rebirth. Shayla had just spent the previous thirteen hours being fucked nonstop by her new master. She had only been a woman for approximately that same amount of time, but she was now more than aware that her pussy belongs to Brun. The Orc Chieftan painted her lovely tits with cum, his seed leaked down her thighs and for that matter all over her vibrant golden curls.

Currently Shayla was on her knees in front of Brun who sat and watch the mothers give birth, as they engaged in the new clan coming into the fold. It was part of the Grand war chief’s duty to name the additions to the clan shortly after birth. Brun did not take this duty lightly, so he paused his torment of his new bitch to think upon the men that sired the children and women who gave birth. It was a War Chief’s greatest moment in the world, a fact lost on most non-orcs who look upon his kind as hellish monsters with no soul. If they only knew, an orcs soul leaked out of every action of their being.

Shayla was currently in the process of slowly sucking Brun’s cock. She was not allowed to release it until he gave the order. She found earlier what happened if she accidently or purposefully grated her teeth on it. The spanking and simultaneous assfucking she received left her in tears and not wanting to sit down ever again.

The result was desirable for Brun as she took great care to open her mouth wide enough so her teeth would clear his cock from that point on.

Brun languidly and without much fanfare erupted into her throat without warning.

Again, the amount of cum that hit her gullet was too much as it erupted out the side of her mouth. Once again forcing her to leave Brun’s cock so she could cough up the rest of the spunk. Brun angrily looked down on his brand-new slut, Shalya and grabbed her hair and pushed her head down and rubbed it on the cum that was on the floor. Shayla did not need to be ordered this time as she realized what was expected and without coaxing, she started to lap Brun’s cum from the floor. He was becoming aroused again at the gorgeous woman lapping his cum like a lapdog.

He had more sacred duties at the moment however, and growled at the guard behind him.

“Take this slut around my tent, have her offer her mouth to every warrior present.

She sucks cock like a “Shiya”. She needs to learn to suck cock like a proper brood mare and fuckslut!!!” Brun declared. The room erupted in chortled mockery at the plight of the former king.

Shayla barely finished lapping the cum from the floor when a large hand grabbed the nape of her neck. Before she could react a leather collar was placed around her neck with a rough chain leash attached. Shayla’s eyes widen as she felt utterly exhausted. This was barely the first day of the Orc’s “Birthing Festival” Shayla thought to herself.

Shayla gulped as she looked a warrior who had already undone his clothing to expose his massive cock between his legs.

“Time to learn to suck cock like a proper piece of fuckmeat, whore” The orc said as he smacked Shayla’s ass hard. Who was taken aback by what was happening, she did not even have to be told or protest when he began pulling the chain before waiting for her to get up? The gorgeous blonde’s long legs extended seductively as she was led on all fours to the first of Brun’s guards.

One Week Later, Brun sat at his war council as he watched the events transpire before him. He had been on cloud nine after that moment a week ago when he finally conquered his most hated enemy and made him his bitch, literally. He was now a she, and looked better than every human woman on Cronos. She had a body that just about any male upright on two legs would love to fuck into oblivion.

Currently Shalya as Brun decided she was now to be called, was jumping up and down on top of an orc cock as her life depended on it, The lucky orc was the captain that led the force that massacred the rest of the former King’s expedition force that invaded Orc lands one week prior. Lord Dorian, was trapped on the other side of the boulder landslide. The very same invasion that led to King Shamus being captured and being turned into Brun’s favorite plaything.

Now she was offered as a fucktoy reward for the orc warrior that killed his top general who went on the assault with him. Shayla moaned as she arched her back on top of the orc’s cock. Brun thought it was humorous to have Shayla hold the head of her former general Lord Dorian, as the man that killed him fucked her relentlessly from under her. The Orcs again chortled numerous times this past week at the constant humiliation they inflicted on their most hated enemy. The gasping moans of pleasure while this occurred made this moment exquisite for Brun.

“See she loves orc cock more than those sissies she used to lead into battle. She makes a much better fuckslut than she ever made king!” One orc declared.

“Wow! She has already came twice from being fucked by the man that killed her top general! She is a true whore!!” Another Orc pointed out.

“I never grow tired of watching the King’s tits bounce up and down!” One of Brun’s guards yelled out which led to another round of gleeful mockery.

The pig grunt sounds of the Orcs echoed after every insult.

“Ariasian Kings have the best tits!” Brun yelled out to his court, which led to another round of raucous laughter.

Shayla came hard again as tears streamed down her face as she held the trophy of her failure in her arms. Her victorious rival beneath pounded her pussy with his big green orc cock. Another pang of shame and pleasure engulfed her as she could not help but grip the meat inside of her as hard as she could with every penetration.

Brun had earlier been notified of another blessing from his new powerful patron from the cosmic plane. A taunting Eldon could not wait to inform Shalya after one session with Brun guards. The evil warlock purposefully waited until Shayla laid splayed on the floor covered in orc cum from head to toe. He let her know that all her holes, ass, mouth, and pussy would heal very quickly after being taken. That although she was not an orc she could take more orc cock, than an entire clan of orc females combined and have the same taut sex as a young maiden. It was the price for his harm against Brun, his patron made Shayla into the perfect vessel to return the suffering King Shamus inflicted upon Brun all these years. Eldon went on to explain in a sadistic manner that she would also possess an exclusive craving for orc cock and orc cock alone. Eldon finally let the newly formed Shayla that she would desire Brun over anyone alive. Even if she did not believe the evil warlock, she could not deny the fire between her thighs when she saw a naked orc cock. She would immediately begin fantasizing about the green cocks fucking her as hard as possible. Worse off, she felt the greatest desire from Brun. His very scent turned her into a horny mess. It had barely been a week and already she instinctively moaned when the War Chief groped her body. A fact that Brun announced and demonstrated publicly at every opportunity. An occurrence that leads to Shayla lowering her head in shame as the orcs laugh at her. She was a joke, a trophy, and to Brun that is what she would stay for the time being.

Brun let the victorious captain earn his reward for another hour before calling it off and demanding that Shayla return to servicing his cock. An action that the woman was more than happy to do. Anticipating the moment where she was able to put down the severed head that was still in its helm of the noble Lord Dorian. She was so glad to be done with the task that she crawled over to her master without being told to hurry up, for the first time since being captured.

After another round of sex with Brun which happened so many times, she had lost count days ago. She was told to kneel with her thighs spread in front of Brun. A position that she was instructed to stay at when not being called upon to use her body.

“Brethen, here below me is my most hated enemy, painted with my cum, fucked six ways from Sunday. At the end of this first week of our sacred Birthing Ritual, I demand witness on these upcoming nights as this piece of fuckmeat is claimed officially by me in accordance of our rites. I demand witness for all to see this little bitch put where she belongs. Let us commence the Rite of Subjugation!! Shayla looked fearful at the vigor demonstrated by the Orc warriors in the Yurt type tent by Brun’s men.

Eldon walked into the Pavilion almost as if he was keeping an eye on things without being in the room. In fact, no one remembers him even actually entering the tent, but that was his way.

“Grand War Chief, I know your rites require certain adornments, if you would indulge me, allow my Circle to adorn her for the rites. You will not be disappointed.

Brun looked suddenly at the Warlock who appeared out of nowhere. “But I was looking forward to marking my slut personally” Brun said in almost pleading manner.

“I am aware Grand War Chief, but I believe if you allow our circle to craft instruments of this rite, you will be more than pleased, moreover, our benefactor will be pleased and might further give you more blessings through this body.”

Eldon said gesturing to Shayla, “Remember Grand War Chief, we are about to enter the land of pomp and ceremonies. Let’s give our soon to be slaves a look at their future by showing what we did to their avatar of divinity, let’s show them person they let lead them only has the divine right to be fucked by our cocks in any way we see fit! Let’s extinguish all hope.” Eldon hissing voice echoed out.

Brun looked at Eldon in a serious manner. He knew Eldon was as calculating and perverse as they come. He simply nodded. “So be it ... do what you have to do Eldon. You have my support as always Warlock”.

“As you have mine Grand War Chief” Eldon said before disappearing as quickly as he appeared.

Dawn the Next Day.

The Rite of Subjugation The Preparation or Shayla Getting to know the Girls.

Shayla basked in the warmth of the bath. It had been the first respite from the constant violations she had suffered since being laid low by her lifelong enemy.

Although she was kept under watchful eye of a band of orc warriors, they did not violate her. A respite she enjoyed considering the staggering amount of orc sex she had since becoming a woman. She closed her eyes and immediately teared up as her memories of her past male self-flooded her brain. Sex as a man became a surreal memory, as she had the rare experience of actually knowing what a female and male orgasm felt like. She once had his conquest placed on her bed linens as trophies and she even used to brag to her friends, it was quite a different experience when one was the trophy so to speak. What caused the most humiliation was the fact that when she thought about what Brun made her do, and did to her, she grew aroused, her pussy twitched at every remembered thrust that invaded her head. She quickly shook her head to drive the thought out of her mind.

But as quickly as the thought left her head another lewd thought would replace it.

She would think of being forced to walk caked in cum. She would shake that thought, then that would be replaced by being spit roasted by Brun’s personal guards. It never stopped and, in the end, she just ended up thoroughly soaked between her legs.

Her skin smelt of a lovely fragrance. Had her sense of smell become more acute?

She did not remember ever smelling these fragrances so vividly. She could not stop sniffing herself and smiling at the pleasant aroma. She felt herself as well, her skin was like silk and smooth.

As pleasant as the bath was, afterwards, she was taken to another room where orc females were waiting. Despite getting the attention of their ruler, none were jealous in fact they mocked Shayla as much as the males. One of the females roughly took a hold of Shayla and tossed her to the ground where pelts had been laid. Come on my little sexy pink cumdump. Let’s get you ready.”

“Stay, fuckslut ... you now will be anointed with oils for the ceremony” The Orc was the older of the lot and seem to give the orders.

The other orc women promptly descended and began to rub warm oil in every inch of her body. Shayla moaned as she felt the arousal of being so thoroughly touched.

She found herself concentrating on hands sliding up her legs, especially when they hit the inside of her thigh right above the knee. The process went on for about half an hour the orc women made sure the oils were rubbed in every crevice on her lovely body. She gave them quite a show for their efforts coming hard when they rubbed it into her sex.

“My this one really is a randy slut. She will serve her purpose well” Said the older orc. Just when Shayla got used to being pampered, her dream day ended really quick when the older orc stopped in front of her on the ground.

“Just to let you know my little cocksleave. That woman you killed when you raided our sacred rite, was my daughter. You robbed me of a cherished memory and my child on the same night. I will enjoy the curses you will experience most of all, perhaps more than our cherished “War Chief”. With those words the Orc woman decided to pour a vessel of water over her body which caused Shayla to scream at the top of her lungs!! “Dear Lord what is that!!!!” Shayla shrieked.

“Oh my, I must have not paid attention to the type of oil we rubbed all over you. It appears we made a mistake” The older woman said with a severe scowl on her face. “Here let me wash it off!” The larger orc woman pinned Shayla to the ground as she dunked washcloth into the vessel and begin to harshly rub the oil off Shayla’s body.

“It burns!!! Stop!!!! Please!! Have mercy!!!” Shayla cried out as fresh streaming tears erupted out of her eyes. The women all came back into the room.

“Sarva now now, you know better than to treat the new fuckslut in such a manner.

You are choosing the slowest manner to remove the oil!” Said a younger orc maiden, who looked all too eager to bud in. The young orc gave Sarva a look and they both grinned.

“Grab her!” yelled Sarva. The women descended like vultures upon Shayla and picked her up as a person picks up a sack of flour. They marched her back into the next room. Shayla eyes became wide as she started to scream for help and panic.

She saw what they were planning to do. In the end she was powerless, as they threw her back into the large bath! Shayla shrieked an unholy howl as if she was dying. She writhed and jerked about in the pool for about a good fifteen minutes straight in pure agony. In the end she wept and she gingerly removed herself from the pool. Shayla slowly walked in the next room and was about to leave out the opening when a guards axe blocked her way.

“You may not leave until you have been anointed with the sacred Oils of Bashar!”

She looked over to the room where she had just been caked in whatever it was that burned when it came into contact with water and knew the room was filled with orcs that loathed her very existence.

Shayla softly walked into the room with her head down. She looked to the orc females who simply grinned ear to ear and then ignored her as if she was not even in the room. Shayla softly knelt down on the floor as all the seats had been taken.

She sat silent as the women talked, kneeling naked and on her heels. This went on for about five minutes, until Sarva casually looked over to the naked Shayla to order her, “Hey cumlover, go into the adjoining tent and serve us some goblets of grog, make yourself useful for something other than hugging dicks with your lips.”

The women all laughed at the low position of the former King of their enemy now occupied.

“Yeah ... ok ... where ... Ow!!!” Shayla cried out as another female from across the room lunged over and slapped her face.

“You will address Sarva as Kunigham(Matriarch), or I will cut out your tongue so you no longer dishonor us with your ignorance!” The female orc cried out.

“I am sorry ... I did not know” Shayla said lowering her head frighten that she might offend.

“Kunigham what is grog? Shayla asked in a meek tone.

“Hahahahahah hahaha!” Sarva and the entire tent of females threw their heads back in uncontrollable laughter.

“That is a good one ... oh my ... look at you ... you hunt us and a killed us for sport, burnt our villages, displayed our warriors on spikes. you come on our most holy of days and ride in here a Goldmansax (Tyrant) but now you are just a useless Fredwuam (Pleasure Slave) who does not even know what Grog is. I pray Vesceus is not done with you yet cumslut.” Sarva informed.

“Yes ... I know I am now a Fre fre fre...” Shayla tried to sound out what she called her furrowing her brow trying to remember how it is said.

“Fredwuam ... go into that room and serve us some grog. Bring me the wrong one and I will make sure to coat you in that oil again. I will not be so gentle taking it off the next time.” Sarva threatened.

Shayla heart sank as she gingerly made her way out of the woman’s tent to go into the serving tent that adjoined it. When she was finally by herself she let herself breakdown and sob uncontrollably. Little did they know the Orcs in the next tent over were listening and were enjoying every moment of misery Shayla was experiencing. Fortunately, for Shayla one of the females came over to check on her. She was doing her best not to break into hysterical laughter at seeing Shayla crying. Her face promptly turned into a scowl however, as she grabbed Shayla’s hair harshly and forced her up off the ground by her hair and then walked her to a vat in the corner of the room. It appeared to be a vat of some hybrid sweet type of rumlike spirit, he never saw before. The Orc woman decided to educated Shayla as one would teach a dog by dunking Shayla’s entire head into the vat of grog.

“Grog!!(Rum and Water)” The younger orc woman harshly barked. Then before she could process what just happened to her the orc roughly yanked Shayla’s head out of that vat and then moved her to the vat right next to the grog and dunked her head harshly into that vat.

“Djansam!(Orc Meade)” The woman barked. She then roughly yanked it out again and proceeded to dunk her head into yet another vat.

“Waldred!(Orc Beer)” The woman yelled as she pressed her lips harshly against Shayla’s ears.

“Questions?” The woman taunted.

Shayla vigorously shook her head no.

“Then get to it you useless cumrag!!” The woman said as she harshly gave Shayla’s ass a harsh slap. Causing the woman to grab her own ass as she yelped in pain.

She nodded and scrambled to look for goblets to serve the women in the next tent over. She slowly dunked each goblet into the Grog vat filling out one for each of them. Shayla made her way back into the tent as she managed to place all the goblets on an enormous ceramic serving tray. She lifted the drinks up and gingerly made her way back into the tent. She made a beeline for the Matriarch, which was unfortunate, because one of the other women thought it would be humorous to trip poor Shayla. The poor woman fell flat on her face dumping all the goblets on the floor of the tent.

“What the hell are you doing!!! You cannot even do a simple task!!!! You useless whore!!!!” The women yelled at her from all directions.

“Enough get me the oil again. The fuckmeat still has not learned her lesson” Sarva declared.

“No, No, please ... don’t I just need the right... <Smack>” Shayla’s begging was cut short by a harsh slap by another one of the female orcs. The Orcs continued to slap Shayla until she stopped trying to protest and remained quiet.

“I do not want to hear your pathetic whining. It weakens us all, you cumwipe!”

Shayla was beginning to wonder how many variations of the word cum was she going to be called.

“Borigzu she needs a pair of your underpants!!!” Sarva barked.

“Borigzu smirked as she reached under her loincloth and slid out of leather hide panties she was wearing. She then rolled them up and made them into a rudimentary gag for Shayla, tying it off behind her head.