Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-25808351-20190131135914/@comment-36855838-20190131160355

I'd fought so long, worked so hard, and at last-

"My darling-"

at long long last, I'd beaten her!

I cackled, snorted, and chortled.

"Dear?"

I walked around her, and gently tapped her ear.

She shivered with arousal.

I plopped down behind her.

"Do you remember when you raided a village, all those years ago, and you left a little boy to die in the cold of winter because you took everybody else?"

There was some terrified snorting coming from the circle of orcs gathered around us.

"No."

I haul her over my shoulder, and hurl her to the edge of the ring.

"I was that scrawny little nothing! Now look at me, I followed the path of revenge, I finally humiliated you!"

She wipes up a trail of blood from one of her torso wounds.

"Yes! I'm nothing but your sow, now!"

She's limping towards me, reaching slowly for my crotch.

"So, let's start having sex with yo-"

"No, I'm not into blood-splatters and lacerations, first order of budiness is all of you getting patched up."

There's a hustle and bustle to procure usable bandages, and plenty of bloodless dripping now I've started issuing commands.

I kneel before my now head wife.

"I don't blame you for your incompetence, but I will be holding everyone here to a higher standard now that I'm in charge."

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On getting acquainted with the orcs, I discovered that every woman and girl from my village had become one, the men had eventually fled until they were all left manless, though.

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A few months of training and my little army of wives is capable of building houses from scratch in just two days.

Cooking skills are next, followed by medical training.

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Though sorcerers are in short supply, we found one willing to experiment with orc mana, and now we have reliable healing spells powered by sex.

Farming and animal husbandry were the final techniques to master, and with those out of the way, we were ready to begin our true work.

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Village by village, city by city, we travelled through the poor areas, capturing women and transforming them into orcs, with our workforce growing and the mouths to be fed effectively halved, our work grew easier each time, replace the houses, prepare some farmland, and help make food for cheap.

Move on, rinse, repeat.

Every time a new orc was made, I would best her in single combat, usually wrestling.

I had to prove I still deserved to be in charge, after all.

One morning, after a bout with thirty some orcs, I lay in bed with the high orc, my "head wife," Charlotte.

She had requested we spoon, and I had obliged, so now here I sat, right behind her, pressed against her, she shifted almost constantly, but most of the shifting was in her butt, pressing her plush cheeks harder against me.

Of course an erection arose, but I wasn't in the mood, so I started to turn over, and she grabbed my hand.

I moved to pull my hand away, but her grip was too strong.

She pulled my back against her.

SNORT

"What's this, dear husband? Being bested by a mere orc girl? For shame!"

I struggle to free myself from her grip.

"It seems I'm in charge again, master, so-"

SNORK

"-I want you to grasp me, stroke me, fondle me, and use me, until you're completely empty."

She couldn't be in charge, I'd bested her so many times, and I'm sure she knew this, but playing along while I felt weak should be fine, after all, I had been somewhat carnally neglectful.

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And so the endless nights began, and a gentle army of orcs slowly overtook the many lands, seeking husbands and spreading an orcsclusive demon realm.