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Title: Orcs (Orc/M, Orc/m, Orc/b)
Date of Latest Update to this Story: 3/28/17

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Many years ago, a lone merchant vessel from the Kingdom of
Tyremia, blown off course and lost at sea amidst a fierce and
terrible storm, found safety in a sheltered lagoon surrounded by
a mysterious and yet-unknown land. Months later, when the ship
limped back to King's Reach, word of the mysterious place
prompted the Emperor to send forth a mighty fleet and the Western
Continent was discovered. The people celebrated this remarkable
new world and Tyremia claimed the land as it's own. Duke Remold,
a faithful servant of the crown, was tasked with the new land's
colonization.

By almost any measure, historians would later lament, the Duke
failed.

Just as construction finished on the first few buildings in the
newly-founded settlement of Bajel, the first human outpost on
this distance continent, war broke out between Tyremia and her
neighbors and the Emperor was forced to direct much of the funds
and supplies meant for the westward expansion to the vicious
fight for survival.

Duke Remold persevered but Bajel grew agonizingly slow as the
Western Continent was a harsh wilderness filled with
insurmountable mountains and jungles, oppressive heat and
humidity, rocky unmanageable soil, and dangerous wildlife.
Despite this, a small stream of hardy folk did brave the long sea
voyage to the Western Continent and tried their best to tame the
land.

Their success was limited, however, and Duke Remold's legacy fell
pitifully short of his emperor's initial vision. Bajel, the only
real settlement on the continent, was not much more than a large
town while the few hundred miles of human-explored wilderness
surrounding it were sparsely populated with small hamlets, lonely
farmsteads, clusters of foresters huts, and a few mining
operations.

Approximately two hundred years after landing, old Duchess
Remold, then the leader of Bajel, commissioned a large
exploration party to venture deep into the continent in search of
new and better lands to colonize. Her hope, she would tell her
advisors, was that interior of the continent might hold wealth
immeasurable. With great fanfare, the party, two hundred men and
their families, embarked on the quest. None were ever seen again
and the people began to believe that something foul must have
befallen the travelers in the distant lands. No-one discussed
sending someone to investigate.

Almost ten years passed before the strange disappearances began.

It started with the occasional woodsman or a hunter going missing
with his body never being recovered. Most folks believed, as was
reasonable, that the poor man had met his ends at the hands of
some bear or wolf. Then a far-flung farm would suddenly stop
sending its produce to market and neighbors, upon investigating,
would report a house abandoned and a family missing. People began
to talk in hushed tones that something was not right. Eventually,
a mine deep in the northern hills was found filled with corpses.
The miners, their bodies riddled with mortal wounds, had
apparently barricaded themselves in the primary shaft and fought
some sort of lost battle. Bajel's leaders concluded that bandits
must be at work and a call to create, train, and arm a militia
was echoed throughout the land. It never materialized.

The enemy swept into the human domain too quickly. The
green-skinned creatures, their mouths filled with razor-sharp
teeth and with horns protruding from their head, were inhuman and
terror seized the people as hamlets began to burn. The creatures
fearsome battle axes were huge and their battlecries turned the
bravest men into cowards. Refugees had little chance to flee to
the safety of the city as the horde moved too quickly, seizing
almost every human in it's path and executing those that
resisted. Like locusts, they swept through human held lands
unopposed, announcing in the human's own tongue that they were
Orci and they were the rightful rulers of the world.

Bajel city walls were breached almost effortlessly due to the
utter surprise of the attack and the orcs met little resistance
when it became clear to the terrified humans that the invaders
only killed those who took up arms against them. As day turned to
night, the victorious orcs ransacked the city for anything of
value and every last human was found, accounted for, and handed
over to the professional orcish slavers. The great celebration
was made greater when the Duke's thirteen and nine year old sons
were captured hiding in a basement with some retainers and staff.
Their father, of course, had perished in the brief and one-sided
fighting. By morning, the human city of Bajel was aflame and the
orcish horde, it's new slaves in tow, was traveling back into the
dark continent from which it came.

The war chiefs took some time to depart, however, as they stood
facing the ocean from which the human's had arrived. The horde
would never travel to human lands, the war chiefs knew, because
no Orc would ever willingly set foot upon a ship for fear of the
deep water beneath. A tempting prize, the old orcs mumbled as
they imagined a land filled with humans, but a prize forever out
of reach. Still, they grinned excitedly as the invasion of this
human colony would provide enough stock to breed an endless
supply of slaves for the great orc clans.

The huge force pressed deeper and deeper into the dark continent
for many days as more and more war parties, their own valuables
and slaves in tow, joined up with the great host. Finally,
though, the mighty horde came to the great Mealac, the war band's
initial staging area, and a great camp was pitched. Mo'Tak, the
high chief, issued many orders in the following days as the women
and girls, numbering nearly nine thousand, were divided up and
sent onward to the various orcish cities scattered throughout the
continent. It wasn't until every woman, girl, and boy-child less
than nine years old was traveling to the farthest reaches of the
clans' holdings did Mo'Tak summon the Duke's sons to his tent to
begin the Mara'hemoca or the great telling.

As was tradition among the Horde, a vanquished enemies leader was
formally told in the Mara'hemoca of the fate of his people. Since
the Duke had died, it was determined, after some debate, that his
sons would be told in his stead.

He told the boys of his people, numbering in the hundreds of
thousands, that had ruled this continent for thousands of years.
He told them that his people rarely ventured into the eastern
coastal region and were shocked when the human explorers entered
Orc land ten years prior. He told them that, after capturing that
band, the orc tribes learned of the human people, their language,
and their history.

While their initial inclination was to execute the interlopers,
he said, the orcs eventually realized two very important facts
about the humans. First, the humans could be domesticated much
more easily than conquered orc tribes as the humans were
subservient by nature and easily broken. If the orcs were able to
get enough human stock, it was realized, it would be easy to
breed an entire slave race whose passivity would ensure the orcs
an easy time. This appealed to the orcish clans as rebellious orc
slaves had often found ways to make trouble for their masters.

Second, and perhaps even more important, the orcs discovered that
the bodies of male humans drove male orcs to the highest sexual
peaks. An already overly-sexual species, male orcs had strong
libidos and, up until the discovery of the humans, the only
outlet for male orc sexual energy was female orcs. While that sex
was fine, the discovery that sex with the men and boys of the
human scouting party was infinitely better created a loud chorus
of demands that more humans males be seized at once. Mo'tak
explained to the stunned boys that the male human's scent began
to change around age nine and the new scent was the purest and
most enticing aphrodisiac the orcs had ever encountered. When the
boys began to weep, Mo'tak tried to calm their fears by telling
them that the sex-slaves reacted to the orc males as a bitch
reacts to a pack of male dogs: the scent of a lust-filled orc
male reduced every human male to a placid and willing whore.

So a plan was hatched, he explained. The orc tribes would send a
large war party to seize the remaining humans. They would be
taken back to orcish civilization where they would be forced to
frequently breed with each other with the hope of producing as
many offspring as possible. The males of the species would be
used as sexual objects almost indefinitely as the demand for a
male human flesh was at a fevered pitch. Mo'Tak graphically
described the sexual demands placed on every single man from that
original scouting party, as well as their male offspring, while
telling the boys that all human males would be spending their
remaining days with huge sweaty orcs using them for their bodies.
The females of the species would be kept in a constant state of
pregnancy while they cooked, cleaned, and did all the domestic
chores the female orcs were glad to give up. It was hoped that
the human population would grow as rapidly as possible so the
many clans could begin to benefit from a permanent slave
underclass.

When the Mara'hemoca was finished, Mo'tak announced to the boys
that the war band was to now receive it's due reward. The
Jake'tesh, as it would be called in the future, was to be the
ceremony which turned free and proud human males into orcish
Be'kek or slaves to sex. Taking each of the youngster's hands,
Mo'tak brought them to the very center of the Mealac. There they
found a huge raised dais surrounded by an enormous open field
filled with the remaining prisoners. The ten thousand men and
boys were bound and obviously anxious as to their fate while many
times their number of orcs looked on hungrily.

As the many thousands looked on, the duke's sons were stripped of
their clothing and a dozen of the highest ranking warriors were
summoned forward to breed the bashful and terrified youngsters.
They stripped as well, their impressive members stiff and
dripping copious fluids onto the ground as they encircled the
shrinking boys. Mo'tak began to chant the Alr'mac, his rhythmic
voice never stopping as the warriors began their assault, shoving
thick cocks into the boy's unwilling mouths as long orcish
tongues began to lick and suckle the squirming children. The boys
resisted the sweaty orcs rubbing against them and the orc seed
seeping down their throats for some time but they eventually
became flushed with lust and their bodies betrayed them. Mo'tak's
chanting became louder as their moans filled the Mealac.

With thick tongues lapping at their virginal entrances, long
rough digits invading their steaming depths, and puffy orc lips
teasing and molesting their stiff boyish tools, the youngsters
eventually began to squirm as unfamiliar feelings coursed through
their bodies. The oldest was first to shout in surprise as his
member erupted, the young teen's seed coating the face of the orc
underneath him. His brother squealed in delight moments later,
though his small cocklett only shuddered dryly in delight.

This seemed to send the orcs into a wild frenzy and thick orc
cocks were line up with unsuspecting backsides. The boys, drunk
on the seed already swallowed, took no notice as the orcs'
pre-sex poured upon the their entrances and thick orcish cocks
began to slide home. Their flowers opened magically, pliable and
unresisting as inch after inch of hard green orc-meat slid deeper
and deeper into them. The orcs hooted in lust as the boys' eyes
rolled back into their heads, their bodies twitching violently in
pleasure at the invasions. They climaxed again and again as the
thick cockheads sawed against their immature prostates for the
first time and the orcs rammed home, suddenly fucking the small
bitches with abandon.

"AAHHAHAHHAHHAHA!!!!!!!" the newly made whores screamed in
unimaginable pleasure as the orcs fucking them roared in their
own pent-up climax, orc seed flowing violently into the
deflowered holes.

This roar of triumph was echoed throughout the Mealac as the
remaining orc host, waiting for just that moment, ripped their
own clothing off and attacked the bound and helpless human males.


Over the next two days, the human men and boys were reduced from
a proud and hardy people to cock-hungry sluts begging to worship
the bodies of their orcish masters. The scent of the huge sweaty
orcs drove every human male wild, completely destroying any and
all resistance to their new lot in life. Surveying the massive
orgy showed old men with their faces buried between meaty orcish
asses, men in their prime slurping and sucking orcish armpits and
tits, and young boys busily tonguing heavy orcish balls.

The orcs, for their part, were just as enthralled with the human
males. They licked, sucked, slurped, and rubbed every part of
their bitches' bodies, forcing the humans to climax over and over
again.

Young boys were of particular delight to the orcs as they
realized that the small sluts could orgasm near continuously if
provided proper stimulation. While older and more mature human
males lay panting and recovering on the ground, groups of horny
orcs would seize a youngster from the crowd and viciously attack
the boy's nipples, cocklett, and asshole with merciless tongues.
Within moments, the boy would be lost in a sea of constant climax
as his small body danced and twitched to the delight of his new
masters.

And then there were the orc cocks. Thick and green and with
bulbous heads, the orcs bred their human bitches continuously,
fucking the moaning sluts in every conceivable position. Even if
the orcish scent had not been present to enthrall the human
captives, the constant hammering at their prostates and the
frequently induced full-body anal orgasms would have been enough
to make even the most resistant man an addict to orc dominance.
Those powerful and enticing orgasms became more and more frequent
as the orgy continued, a sign that the humans' bodies were
accepting, and even enjoying, their new role as orc sex-toys. And
every human male, from the largest warrior to the smallest boy,
was filled with huge orc meat regularly as the orcish cum and
their overpowering scent made even the smallest human asshole
pliant, supple, and able to accommodate orc cock of any size.

Grandfathers howled in pleasure while they were fucked on all
fours.

Men squealed like women as orcs fucked them on their backs.

Little boys drooled in dumb ecstasy while they were bounced up
and down on fat orc cock.

Mo'tak eventually chanted the Telr'mac and the the orgy subsided
with a groan of contentment. The Jake'tesh was over and every
human male was now Be'kek. Over the next few days, men and boys
were divided up and sent to follow the human females to the
various orcish cities. There, the orcish slavers would both pimp
out the humans males to the eagerly awaiting masses and breed the
human males with various human females in order to begin the
process of growing the population of the newly acquired slave
race. It would be slow going, Mo'tak knew, as there were many
thousands more orcs than humans and, at least initially, only the
most wealthy Orci would be able to have a human.

But he was confident that, within a few decades, the carefully
considered breeding program would ensure the human population
flourished and the many clans would enter a golden age of
material and sexual satisfaction.

And such an age was begat. Over the course of the next four
hundred years, the human population exploded and the clans were
filled with the sound of human women doing chores and giving
birth while human males sexually satisfied their overseers and
were rewarded with unimaginable pleasure in return. Female
children would learn from an early age their household duties and
responsibilities while male children would be practically ignored
until the moment their scent changed, usually around age nine,
when they were beset upon by any and all orcish males in the
vicinity. These virginal boys were high prizes and would be
subjected to a multi-day Jake'tesh, with many dozens of orcs
introducing the boy to the pleasures of the flesh and the wonder
of orc cock. Every boy was Be'kek after that as none could resist
the siren song of orc sex.

The existence of a permanent slave class which took care of daily
chores and the orc's voracious sexual needs had a profound impact
on orcish society. Freed from the burdens of work, the orcs were
able to devote themselves to education, art, literature, and,
most importantly, science. A revolution of new and innovative
technology made life even easier and the educated orcs developed
a political system based on cooperation, mutual gain, and common
goals. The inter-clan warfare that had permeated their society
for so long faded into history and the clans united into a large
orcish empire that thrived. The continent seemed to shrink as
orcish society was able to tame the wild lands around them,
growing more and better food while fighting illness and disease.
The population boomed and prospered.

Eventually, an intrepid orc inventor developed the dirigible and
intra-contintental travel, which had previously taken many weeks,
was reduced to a matter of days. These flying vessels, powered by
steam and underground gasses, allowed for rapid commerce and the
trade of information. The empire continued to prosper as hundreds
of ships were built and travel by air became a way of life for
the orcs.

Then a human sailing ship reached the eastern shore and the
captured crew told of the horrors of the human continent. War,
famine, disease, strife, turmoil, and death haunted the once
proud human kingdoms and the hopelessness of the human realm was
rapidly leading towards extinction of mankind. The orc leaders,
realizing that the other continent would provide fertile grounds
for their own orcish expansion, began to plan. The dirigibles,
having become common place, would be equipped for war and
intelligence from the captured ship indicated that there was
little defensive strength left in human lands. Seven years later,
a fleet of nine-hundred war-dirigibles and over fifty thousand
warriors launched the eastward invasion. The new age had dawned.