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Ms Patriot: Monster Mayhem

Chapter 9

Zhul sat cross-legged and leaned back against the wall. A grotesque bull’s skull, with curved horns, was strapped to the shaman’s head. He continued to wear the bearskin loincloth and enormous wolfskin cloak despite the summer heat. Indeed, none of the orcs ever showed any discomfort with the heat.

The truck hit a pothole, a boom echoing through the cargo box. It jolted Wicked Wanda out of her semi-trance of profound weariness. She knelt on the floor before the shaman, along with eighteen other captured human women. Every single one of the women had a swollen belly. According to her master, Wicked Wanda was two weeks into her four week pregnancy. He insisted orcs only bred with elves, but humans were adequate substitutes.

Zhul had told her that there were only orcs and elves in his world. And there were no female orcs. Ever. They got all of their sons off captured elf broodmares. Now, off human broodmares in her world.

Emerald eyes glanced around the dark cargo box. The other girls were swaying with the truck’s bumpy ride, all on their knees and facing the sides. Two lines of broodmares, all with silvery collars around their throats to keep them docile and obedient. Fourteen orcs sat cross-legged along both sides, sandwiching their captured women. They were Shaman Zhul’s personal guard, so still wore only tattered pelt loincloths.

Six of the girls had their faces buried in orc laps, bobbing up and down long, thick erections. Wicked Wanda couldn’t even look at them without her libido going wild. The other girls’ soft moans and groans also messed with her head and libido.

Her orc baby kicked in the womb, making Wicked Wanda grunt. Damn, he could kick hard sometimes. Both hands began to rub her naked, swollen belly. Indeed, neither Wicked Wanda nor any of the other broodmares wore a stitch of clothing. She’d been naked for her entire two weeks of captivity.

Zhul’s phone rang. Just the default ring tone. The orcs still struggled using the phones, so she doubted they even knew the ring tones could be changed. Or they didn’t care.

“Speak,” Zhul said, answering to speaker. They never pressed the phone to their ears. She wasn’t sure why.

“Point is entering the alley behind Club Ga Ga,” another harsh orc voice said. They pretty much always spoke English now on the shaman’s insistence. They had to get proficient with the language of the land. “Scouts report the witch’s home is vacant.”

“Get everyone inside quickly. Kill any witnesses.”

The shaman ended the call and grinned at her. “It is good you have so many large homes, Wanda. At this location, we can start to acquire many more broodmares.”

She just dropped her eyes. While the collar kept her perfectly obedient, quite fertile, and unable to muster the wherewithal to even try to escape, she still felt the humiliation and despair of her lot in life. Wicked Wanda couldn’t forget how she used to wield magic power. How she dominated and cowed everyone around her. Only to end up breeding stock for orcs.

She glanced up at Zhul. Zhul’s broodmate.

Since she was a powerful witch, the shaman had claimed her to carry his first son on Earth. He believed their abilities to use magic would ensure his son would have that ability as well, and would replace him as shaman one day. But after she gave Zhul a son, Wanda was told her womb would be open to any orc. They would get babies off her as fast as humanly possible.

The truck slowed. Her heart started to race. She was going home, but it would just be another prison for her. The shaman already planned to use her as a proxy to get at least two more floors converted into a barracks for his growing orc horde, and for more, more, more broodmares. And with that enchanted slave collar around her neck, Wicked Wanda would obey perfectly.

Zhul pulled out his cock. He grinned at her, while stroking it. Wicked Wanda’s eyes locked at his growing erection. It got hotter, harder to breathe. Her eyes cut left and right, seeing the other girls sucking dick. The witch’s mouth started to water and she licked her lips. And then Zhul reached out, seized her head, and pushed her face down into his lap.

He rubbed his dick all over her face. She opened wide, knowing what he wanted. A deep need to obey, to give him pleasure filled her. She started to pant, body tingling. And then Zhul guided his cock to her eager mouth.

“Mmmmm,” she moaned, his dick sliding deep into her mouth.

Wicked Wanda started to bob up and down his cock, sucking and working her tongue to best effect. She tasted his pre-cum, so sweet and intoxicating. The more that leaked out, the greater effort she gave.

She sucked cock like a girl in love, doing everything possible to please. Pleasing her master was life. It was everything. And the more aroused he became, the more excited she got. Soon he was squirming, grunting. Her insides melted, and she felt her own arousal rising closer and closer.

“Good girl,” Zhul gasped out as hot, viscous orc cum flooded her mouth.

Wanda swallowed all she could, but some leaked around the edges to slather his cock. So she licked him clean. So good. So sweet. Yeah, she had figured out orc seed was an aphrodisiac, but had long since stopped caring. It made her feel so good, so happy.

She felt the truck slow to a crawl, before turning sharply. Wicked Wanda turned inward, the scene outside playing out in her head. All the street people would see were three large panel trucks pulling into the alley behind her dance club. They’d believe it was deliveries of food and alcohol. No one would give it a second thought.

Then the truck stopped with a jolt. The orcs were getting better, but still weren’t the best drivers. A moment later, the back door was opened upward by someone outside. Three orcs in hoodies scowled up at them. Of course that was their usual expression.

“We’re here, Shaman Zhul,” one said.

The orcs herded their pregnant broodmares out of the truck. The women huddled together, all naked, all rubbing their swollen bellies. Five orcs carrying flint-headed spears surrounded them, ushering them toward the club’s back door. Wicked Wanda pushed through the milling, confused women. She just wanted to get inside her familiar home, even if she’d be living there as a breeding slave.

“Halt in the name of the law!” Ms Patriot shouted.

The red, white, and blue clad heroine dropped to the ground in front of the door. Orc warriors bellowed and pointed their crude weapons at her. The heroine smirked and wagged her brows.

“Game’s over, orcs,” she said. “Surrender nicely, and we’ll try to find you a way back to your world.”

“What the hell?” Wicked Wanda cried, lifting her arms to cast a protective spell. But the collar suppressed her magic, wouldn’t even let the spell fill her head. “Master, it is Ms Patriot. She is the city’s most powerful super heroine. Don’t trust her!”

“Wicked Wanda?” Ms Patriot cried, looking shocked as her eyes locked on the witch’s distended belly. “Are you…”

Shaman Zhul pointed his gnarly staff at the shapely heroine. He muttered his spell as a fireball formed around the end of the staff. Ms Patriot noticed, grabbed an orc, and threw him at the shaman. And then the blonde heroine started throwing thunderbolts down upon them from the roof behind Club Ga Ga.

Ka-Boom! Ka-Boom! Ka-Boom!

The lightning throwing super heroine destroyed the three trucks right off. Destroyed their best means of escape.

Ka-Boom! Ka-Boom!

The orc warriors shouted and cursed in their harsh language as small lightning balls rained down upon the orcs next. Then they scattered. Wicked Wanda gawked at them.

“That’s how you do it, Justice Girl!” Ms Patriot shouted, even as she slammed into a pair of orcs.

Zhul cursed, grabbed the witch’s wrist, and dragged her out of the alley and back onto the street. About twenty-five other orcs ran with him, a few dragging broodmares by their wrists. The shaman then handed Wicked Wanda off to another orc, and sent them away while he stayed to fight the super heroines.

The raven-maned witch looked back to find Ms Patriot herding the rest of the broodmares back into the alley, while the blonde heroine called Justice Girl traded lightning bolts and fireballs with the shaman.

Most of the girls were rescued, Wicked Wanda thought. But not me?

The orcs dragged her away into the night. She looked back, eyes fierce. Of course the heroines didn’t rescue her. Those bitches probably loved seeing her as the orcs’ plaything, their broodmare.

I’m going to get my revenge!