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 A Princess Enslaved (Mf, MMf, 1st, nc, scifi)

   The fair, young Princess Jessica of the Rose family lay under the heavy
purple bedding in the back of her carriage.  The first bright beams of a
sunny, winter morning split through the treetops and shone through the lace
shades that hung from the windows of her carriage.  She and her handmaiden,
Rachel, slept soundly while the cabin jostled along the rutted toll roads.
The fair-skinned blonde clung to her chest, the letter that the Prince, her
future King, had placed in her hands during her visit with him in the
garden of his palace.  She and Rachel had read through it numerous times
since they started their journey back home and stayed up fantasizing about
the life Jessica would eventually lead as his Queen.  Here, in her cocoon
of luxury and security, there was little to worry about in the world.

   The same could not be said for the mounted escorts who trod along,
keeping pace with their charge.  They had been in the lands between two
civilized realms and knew that many threats could be lying in wait. 
Unfortunately for the girls in the carriage, they hadn't stopped in some
time and it would be until the next outpost that they would be rotating
riders and drivers.

   The men were half asleep in their saddles when they came around a bend
to see another carriage on its side.  Chests and luggage were strewn into
the thick beyond the road.  The party slowed to a halt and the men woke up
and moved to guard the sides of the carriage so no one could break in. 
They sat and examined the scene and their surroundings.  Beyond the
accident before them a childlike cry came from inside the overturned
carriage.

   Khuul had watched the ornately decorated carriage, horses and men make
their way along the road in the early morning light.  He smiled a devilish
grin, his lower tusks sawing back and forth over his lip with delight.  His
leather moccasins allowed him to move through the thick in silence.  He
looked across the way for Du'uk and would have missed him lurking in the
bushes if it weren't for his greasy black hair pulled up on top of his head
that made him stuck out among the brush.  He then looked up to see the
third man of their party, Throm, returning to his position and giving a nod
that the trap had been set.

   Back at the carriage, the driver cautiously set his reigns down on the
seat beside him and turned the collar of his tunic up to try to keep the
morning cold out.  He descended his drivers seat and put a steadying hand
on one of his two horses as he walked past them, looking at the wreckage.
"Hello?" He called out as he approached slowly.  Not getting a response he
looked back to the four escorts, each of whom had thrown their hands inside
their cape, resting on the hilt of their blade.  The cries within the
carriage continued as he drew nearer.  Eventually he came up to the back
window and moved the shade out of the way to peer in.  Standing on his
tiptoes he could see a baby's bassinet resting atop a dead couple.  He
turned back to the men and exclaimed with some amount of relief.  "Guys! 
It's only a baby.  The parents are dead though..." He turned back in to
grab the child only to pull the bassinet's veil back and see that a it was
a baby goat tied up and crying inside.

   At that moment, Throm stood up and threw his ax at the reigns which held
the carriage to the horses.  Two split open wide but only nicked the third
and missed the fourth completely.  Khuul and Du'uk leapt forth from their
places in the thick bush at the side of the road and charged the men on
their mounts.  Even on foot only, the massive orcs were only slightly
shorter than the mounted escorts who had turned their horses and drawn
their swords.  Throm sprang forth and dispatched the driver.  The sudden
fracas spooked the horses tied to the carriage and they broke off into a
sprint, pulling away from the escorts who were now engaged with the two
orcs.  Throm watched the horses gallop past him and around their roadblock.


   Inside the Princess' carriage, the girls had been sleeping, blissfully
ignorant of the carnage that they had been led into.  The horses leaping
off woke them both suddenly and they heard the cacophony of battle whip
past either side of the careening carriage as they pulled away.  The horses
without their driver couldn't negotiate the next turn, though, and the top
heavy carriage went off the worn path and caught a tree, tossing it into a
spin which launched Rachel through the door she had been leaning against.
Their luggage on top flew off and spilled the Princess' fine clothes out
onto the dirt road.  The collision had snapped the two remaining leads and
the horses broke free and continued running down the road.

   Du'uk pulled his heavy ax blade from the last guard's chest plate as he
held his thick hand on the deep gash on his shoulder.  The three orcs
looked to one another and nodded to confirm that they were all okay and
started down the road to find their bounty.

   Jessica steadied herself inside the carriage while it came to a stop and
tried to make sense of what had happened.  She saw the forest protruding in
through the window on her side and looked to the smashed open door through
which Rachel had been flung.  The fair young blonde made her way across the
soft purple cloth and stuck her head out through the door to see the
hulking green figures rushing round the bend towards them.  They looked
absolutely primitive as their muscled masses moved ever towards her.  A
primal panic shot down her spine and she retreated to the far corner of the
carriage and tried to bury herself in under the bedding.

   Rachel lay in the road, a large splinter of wood sticking through her
side.  Du'uk's heart leapt as he saw one of the delicate pink animals
laying in the road, still moving as she felt the foreign object that had
joined her body.  He broke out into a beastly cackle and raced past the
spilled treasures on the road to scoop up the girl.  No matter how tight
Jessica had the bedding pulled over her she couldn't block out Rachel's
screams as the orc scooped her up with a fiendish laugh.  He took her to
the back of the carriage where he was met by an equally excited Throm. 
With little regard for her wound their hands started exploring the
redhead's lithe body.

   Khuul, the leader of their raid that day, shook his head at the younger
scouts as they still hadn't gotten over the novelty of the human prizes. 
Being older and more pragmatic, Khuul started rummaging about through the
luggage and stuffing his leather sack with anything that appeared to be of
value.  Du'uk had a hand over the struggling girl's mouth to stifle her
screams while his free hand groped her young body.  Jessica peered up to
see why her friend got more quiet just in time to see Throm unlacing his
wool trousers and pulling out his fat green orc cock.  It was easily more
than a foot long and thicker than the girl's calves.  He held it in his
hand and took one of Rachel's legs into his hand.  He stepped towards her
and his pulsing head disappeared between her legs as he rubbed it over the
junction of her thighs, smearing her underwear covered nether region with
his thick, milky preccum.

   Khuul smelled something different and stood up to look into the carriage
window and locked eyes with the frightened Jessica.  She shrieked and
tossed the bedding off of her and scrambled to the other side of the
carriage and climbed through the window into the thick brush.  Khuul saw
her fair skin and knew she'd be a prized human pet to keep and ran around
to try to take after her.  He pushed through the brush, watching the
branches snap back into place only a few feet in front of him as he tailed
her.  His heavy footsteps clod after the panicked girl who paid no mind to
the branches that tore at her thin nightdress and skin.  Her lungs were
burning when she felt herself pulled back by her gown with such force that
some of the cloth ripped audibly.  Khuul scooped her up in his arms and
looked down at her to see the freight in her face.  She smacked and clawed
at his ugly green mug until he turned his face away and tossed her over his
shoulder as she shrieked and kicked.  He held her down with his thick,
heavy hand resting on her pert rump as they trudged back through the thick.


   They came through the brush just as Throm was holding Rachel up by the
waist with one hand.  Her nightgown was bunched around her stomach.  He
held his fat prick with his other hand and pressed his weight into her. 
Du'uk fondled Rachel's breasts through the fabric as she began to howl at
the invader to her innocence.  Jessica screamed out at hearing her friend's
cries of pain.  "Let her go!  Please!  I'll give you anything!  My father
is a king!  You'll be rich!" ...All pleas the brutes had heard before. 
Khuul gave her ass a hard slap and set her to her feet at the back of the
carriage, holding her with a hand at her shoulders against the wooden
siding.  Jessica looked over to see her friend kicking and straining as
Throm steadily worked his meaty green dick inside her.  Du'uk's fingers
mauled the redhead's tits, causing the meaty flesh to spill out between his
fingers.

   Khuul grabbed one of the horse leads and wrapped the fair blonde's hands
up with it and then raised them above her head and looped her restraint to
the luggage rack atop the carriage.  He stood before the girl and looked
her over.  Even in her sleepwear, she wore nicer garbs than most of her
subjects owned.  His big calloused fingers moved to pick up the dainty
necklace from between her collar bones and examine it.  He saw it sparkle
with the colors of assorted jewels and snatched it off her neck, snapping
the thin golden chain.  He smiled as he pocketed the heirloom with little
regard for its value beyond its pretty appearance, much like the girl he
had bound before him.  He fingered the delicate linen of her nightgown, the
cold morning air turning his hot stinky breath into clouds the curled
around her face.  He thought of bringing it back home for his wife to wear
as a sash but the stupid animal had torn it on the branches and nettles as
she tried to flee.  He could see the contours of her body beneath the thin
material.

   Orc men loved the delicate and frail human women.  They were often taken
as prizes after raids and battles and often passed around the camps until
the women could hardly walk let alone stand.  They didn't dare take one to
make a home with as not only did they produce inferior children but they
were a despicable breed, caught up in their own avarice.

   As Du'uk and Throm had their fun nearby, Khuul felt his guttural
instincts telling him to bury his meaty horn inside her and empty his heavy
stones into her tender holes.

   Jessica started to breath quicker as the beast's hands roamed so close
to her skin and he handled her so freely.  Now, after having stripped her
of her jewels she could see in his eyes that he wished to take much more
from her.  She had promised her maidenhead to the prince in her letter but
this neanderthal likely cared little for such matters and pretenses.  Now
he was pulling her gown up exposing her nubile flesh on her legs.  A scream
built up in her throat as she felt her panic rising and watched the
mischief he had planned play out in his deranged and wild eyes that were
set on her untouched body.

   Throm was grunting loudly as he started to feel his balls tense up and
ready to fill her.  He watched her snatch stretching around his thick,
invading member.  Du'uk was holding Rachel and watching the fun with a
front row seat when a glint caught his eye.

   "Thwack!"

   Throm fell back with the force of the arrowing punching through his eye
and out the back of his brain.  He seed sprayed out of his cock,
splattering Jessica's handmaiden with one last humiliation as she found her
lower half freed.  Du'uk turned around to just in time to catch an arrow in
his neck and a second in his shoulder causing him to fall into a pile on
top of a screaming Rachel.

   The horses had made it to the next outpost and the men immediately knew
that meant trouble.  They leapt onto their horses and sped off down the
path to come upon the carriage to see the orcs brutalizing Rachel.  The two
men leveled their bows at the raiders and loosed their arrows upon them.

   Khuul's designs on enjoying the fair skinned girl would have to wait. 
He watched his comrades fall to the ground and quickly yanked on his
prize's restraint, snapping the leather strap off from the luggage rack. 
He looped the lead around her head and through her mouth to gag her then he
tossed her over his shoulder again and picked up the bag of goods he had
packed from her belongings and slipped off into the cold leaves of the
brush.  They made their way into the brush as the guards surrounded and
surveyed the scene with Rachel screaming, stuck beneath one of her now dead
captors and covered in the other's cum.

   Khuul made his way back to where the three had tied off their horses. 
Calmly he slung her over the the back of one and cut the other two loose.
He climbed aboard the tall stallion and sat behind her.  He picked her up
and set her astride the massive horse and tied her bound hands to its leads
so she was stretched over its neck with her ass pressed into the thick hips
of her new owner.  His arousal, though interrupted earlier, was still
evident in the massive lump the pressed into her flesh through their
clothing, giving her an idea of what was waiting for her later.

   Khuul of Shadowrock, marble physiqued orcan warrior, had taken the fair
young woman as one of his prizes and now Princess Jessica Rose had started
her way towards being Jessica the orcan concubine...