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Ms Patriot: Monster Mayhem

Chapter 11

The broodmare groaned. The shaman grinned.

“You look good carrying my son, witch,” Zhul taunted.

He sat naked. She knelt between his knees, head bobbing in his lap. It was dark, the summer air sultry in that abandoned tenement. It was the fourth place the orcs had holed up in the last week.

Disastrous for the orcs in that they lost all but three of their impregnated broodmares. Disastrous for Wicked Wanda in that she wasn’t one of the women rescued, so only had two other women to help her keep the orcs happy. And orcs were insatiable.

While Ms Patriot and Justice Girl hadn’t been seen in the last week, other Grimme City super heroines had harassed the orcs since that disastrous night behind Club Ga Ga. Uber Woman, Uber Girl, and Purple Avenger had even ambushed and captured five orcs Friday night, just two days back.

The orcs had only managed to capture one more woman since the Club Ga Ga ambush, a female cop. Since she wasn’t pregnant yet, or at least not showing, the enslaved cop was the orcs favorite. That didn’t mean the other three were off the hook for long hours of intense sex, but Zhul had said in the next day or two they would be left alone until they gave birth.

“Master, may I ask a question? It’s about the son I’m about to give you.”

Zhul gave her an annoyed look. He liked to command her, but never liked what she had to say. Despite that, of all the orcs, he was the most likely to speak to a broodmare. Usually a command. Anything one of the warrior orcs had to say to a woman was usually rude and demeaning.

“Ask.”

“How long will I be able to take care of the baby before I’m forced to spend time with you and the warriors?”

“About an hour,” he said.

Her breath caught. “You expect me to have sex just an hour after giving birth? I will die!”

His annoyance increased, angry eyes locking on her.

“Don’t be stupid,” he sneered. “I will cast a healing spell on you after birth. The spell takes about an hour to fully heal something as traumatic as giving birth. After the healing, you will be as if you never were with child. You will not die.”

“I don’t have to nurse the baby?”

No.”

That was the first bit of hope she’d had since her capture and enslavement. As far as she was concerned, the shaman’s orc son could starve to death. She wanted nothing to do with the little brat.

“Orcs don’t drink milk,” he said. “It is an elf and human thing. Orc babies are born with teeth. My son will eat meat, though for the first three days he will only get blood.”

“Eww,” she whispered, face screwed up. So barbaric. They are truly monsters.

“I have a question for you, witch.”

“Yes, master?”

Her heart started to race. Maybe her position within the horde would improve if she could help them with her knowledge of that world. Wicked Wanda wondered how helpful she should be, at least at first. She needed to show them that the nicer they treated her, the more helpful she became.

Eventually, I might get the collar removed so I can wield magic again, she thought. And then…

“Where would the humans take the pregnant broodmares?”

“Why do you care? Those women mean nothing to you.”

Zhul backhanded Wicked Wanda. Then he kicked her in the ribs, before kicking her in the face. He snatched her up, shook her violently, and then hurled her against the wall.

“They carry our sons, witch! We are not monsters, despite what you think.”

He kicked her two more times.

“You just answer my questions. Do not think to judge us, to question us. We are orcs! We are your natural masters. One day we will rule this Human World.”

“I’m sorry, master,” she cried, curling up into the fetal position. “Please forgive me.”

He loomed over her, face full of rage.

“Where did they take the broodmares?”

“How should I know?” she said. “I am your slave, taking care of your carnal needs day and night, nonstop. I have not watched TV, or gone on the internet for news. I don’t know anything.”

“But you are human, so would know how the leaders think and act. Where do you think they took the broodmares?”

Wicked Wanda considered it a moment. “Home. I think they’d take them to a hospital for a few days observation, and then send them back home to their parents,” she said. “I seriously doubt they are being kept together.”

He looked shocked.

“Will they slay our sons when they are born?”

“Hell no,” she said. “Despite how everyone will feel about orcs, there is a sanctity to life. They will try to raise the orcs to be and act like humans.”

A look of horror spread across his bestial face. A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. It felt good to hurt him for once. Was this her chance?

“Master, I can help you.”

“Ha! Pathetic human woman, the only help we want from you is to bear our sons.”

She stiffened. A vision flashed of what that meant for her if she failed. A life of constant sex and pregnancy. If he could heal her in an hour after every birth, then she could potentially give birth every four to five weeks. A hellish existence.

“Master, my magic brought you to this world. Only my magic can send you back.”

Zhul stilled and considered her for a long moment. “Maybe, but I don’t trust you, witch.”

Hope blossomed within.

“No, no, you can trust me,” Wicked Wanda said, turning on the charm. “I brought you to this world to take out a powerful, super strong woman. A woman who would be the perfect broodmare to get the strongest orc warriors from. Ms Patriot.”

“Yes, I’ve thought much about that other black-haired human woman,” he said, looking off into space. “She had such physical strength. She might be as strong as an orc.”

Wicked Wanda opened her mouth, but shut it. She almost revealed the secret to Ms Patriot’s strength. If the shaman knew the heroine relied on a magical talisman, a power belt, to have super strength he might lose interest. Let him figure it out back on his home world.

“Master, if you release me from this collar, I can help you and your warriors capture her. Maybe capture some of the other super heroines, too,” she said. “And then I can return you and your warriors back to your world with those super-strong broodmares under your power and control. Your horde would soon become the most powerful in the land.”

“Why should I believe you will help us?”

“Master, I wish to be free above all else,” she said. “And second to that, I wish to destroy Ms Patriot. So I would love to help you capture her, and then send you home with her as your broodmare.”

Zhul considered that a moment. Then he stepped up to her, pulled Wicked Wanda back to her knees before him, and guided his cock back into her mouth. Her face heated up as she began sucking again.

“Witch, what you offer intrigues me,” he said. “I will have to think about it, pray to my gods, before I make a decision.”

Her eyes widened. There was still a chance!

“We have time,” he said. “It is not safe for you to use magic while pregnant, so if I accept your offer, it will have to wait until after you give birth.”

A thrill washed through Wicked Wanda’s still aching body. She should give birth within the week according to Shaman Zhul. And then she might be freed. The thought of capturing that haughty beauty, Ms Patriot, and seeing the look of shame and horror when she learned her fate as a broodmare, gave the witch the warm fuzzies.

My vengeance will be so sweet.