Ms Patriot: Monster Mayhem (Chapter 13) (Patreon)

Ms Patriot: Monster Mayhem

Chapter 13

Meanwhile, across town…

Wicked Wanda stumbled between two orcs, forced to continue onward despite her objections. Something was wrong. Her vagina was throbbing in intense agony. It didn’t feel right. Though, she should be giving birth at any time according to Zhul.

“I think I’m dying,” she gasped out. “I need medical help, not some stupid shaman.”

“Shaman’s magic is medicine,” one of the orcs growled out.

They stopped just outside the door of a bedroom. She saw Zhul sprawled on the bed, the two African-American women that had given birth the day before were flanking him. The naked women were taking turns sucking his cock. Both women looked amazing, their pre-pregnancy bodies returned by the shaman’s magic.

“Shaman. The witch is about to drop.”

Zhul’s head popped up. “Really? I didn’t expect her to give birth until tomorrow.”

The shaman shoved one of the women off the bed, to land on her butt with a squeak. He rolled out of bed and waved Wicked Wanda inside. The witch stared at his massive cock, still shinny with spittle after his uncompleted blowjob.

She grimaced. If he didn’t think her pain of any concern, she could very well be forced to finish that blowjob. Zhul did enjoy banging her more than the others. He loved to stick it to the powerful witch that yanked him out of his own world.

The orcs pushed her through the door. She took two steps inside… And her water broke. Just gushed down between her legs and onto the carpeted floor. Her first thought, What a mess!

“Grab her arms and hold her tightly,” Zhul commanded.

Her handlers rushed into the bedroom and seized Wicked Wanda’s arms. Zhul began chanting, his hands glowing blood red with swirls of black and blue. Her eyes widened as he laid his hands to either side of her distended belly.

“Oooooooh,” she cried, feeling a contraction seize her belly, and PUSH.

Shaman Zhul did it again, chanted to make his hands glow, and then grabbed her belly. That sent heat and agony through her belly, through her womb. Her muscles contracted, squeezing to push that orc baby out.

“He’s too big!” she screamed. “I’m going to die.”

Zhul did it again, and again…

“Breech!” the shaman cried. “Push!”

He started to chant, hands beginning to glow again. Wicked Wanda cried out in pain and fear, and squeezed with all she had. She felt the intense pain spike, and then a flow straight down and out of her. A wet, squirming baby orc dropped into the shaman’s hands. He carried the baby to the bed and began to clean him while continuing to chant.

“He is whole. The baby will be a warrior and maybe a shaman one day.”

The orc warriors lowered Wicked Wanda to the floor. She lay there gasping, sobbing. The echo of the pain still bounced through her trembling body. Zhul soon loomed above her, hands glowing as he clutched his staff. He chanted, eyes closed, and then pressed the staff to her jelly-like belly.

“Aaaaiieee!” she cried as electricity flowed out of the staff and throughout her body.

It seemed to last forever, but the witch relaxed completely when Zhul pulled the staff away. The pain was gone. She felt pretty good, except an intense heat still infused her body, feeling the most intense in her womb.

“It will take about an hour, witch,” Zhul said. “But then your body will be restored, and you’ll be ready to quicken again. Take her away. She is yours now.”

“Wait. What?” she cried, wild-eyed. “You’re giving me to the warriors? For what?”

“Time to start breeding you again,” he said. Zhul indicated Latisha and Chantal. The two hookers that gave birth the previous day stood naked behind the shaman, eyes huge. “They gave birth yesterday. They are serving the horde already. You are not special. You will serve the horde.”

“But, you and I have an agreement,” she said. “I am going to help you capture Ms Patriot, and send you back home with her as your broodmare. I can’t do that if you breed me again.”

Zhul scowled at her a moment. She squirmed, knowing her fate was about to be decided for once and all. Her eyes went past him to the growling newborn on the bed. Her baby, yet she felt nothing for him. Why? Was it the short pregnancy? Or did Zhul’s magic sever the maternal link? Or was it the magic in the collar?

“We do not like this world,” Zhul said. “Returning back to our world would be better, though… We could rule this world. Humans are so much weaker than elves.”

“Or the human government will learn of the orcs before your numbers are great enough,” she said. “And they will bring their advanced weapons to bear, and slaughter you all before you can become a threat.”

His dark eyes narrowed at her. “Maybe.”

“I offer you a chance to return home,” she said. “With many human broodmares. No other orcs have human women. And at least one of those women will be a super woman. Maybe more. Ms Patriot will give you many sons. And those sons will be larger, stronger. You could rule your own world.”

“You are wrong, witch. Elves are as strong as your super heroines. Elf women are much harder to capture. We could increase the size of the horde much faster in this world,” he said. “I do not think this Ms Patriot will give us an advantage.”

“What if you combine her with the blonde heroine, Justice Girl,” Wicked Wanda said. “She throws lightning. Imagine orc warriors who could throw lightning bolts in battle. And fly! Maybe hundreds of them flying over the battlefield and slaying your enemies.”

Zhul’s eyes widened, then turned cruel. “Yes. We could crush all of the other hordes and rule over them.”

“To fulfill that dream of conquest and dominance, I must not be bred again,” she said. “Because once fully restored I can help you capture those two heroines. And then send you home to conquer a world.”

Wicked Wanda smiled. Zhul and the two warriors were staring into space, envisioning their glory in battle. She had them. Helping them would rid her of Ms Patriot, and free her of her orc masters.

“We will try,” Zhul said. “If you fail us, witch, you will be bred again. And you will never be given another chance. Do you understand?”

“I do. Fear not, Shaman Zhul, I will not fail you,” she said. “Ms Patriot and Justice Girl will be your broodmares, giving you the strongest, most powerful warriors imaginable. And you will conquer your world of orcs and elves.”

“Good,” he said. “Take her away. She is not to be bred, so only use her mouth and butt.”

“No! You can’t,” she cried. “I’m your partner, your equal now.”

“No. You are still our slave,” Zhul said. “So you will continue to serve. Once we capture Ms Patriot and Justice Girl, then you will be freed to open a portal back to my world.”

Wicked Wanda was dragged out by the two warriors. She kicked and screamed, but to no avail. The orcs took her to another room, forced her to all fours, and started fondling her. Neither of them so much as touched her pussy. Instead, they fingered her anus, working it loose. And then…

“Mmmmmgh,” she groaned when a massive cock was shoved into her mouth.

Wicked Wanda started to suck. His pre-cum was so sweet, so delicious. It didn’t take long before her tumultuous mind calmed, and focused on the two orcs’ pleasure.

Is it the collar’s magic? she wondered. Does it have a taming effect? Is there an aphrodisiac spell on it as well?

She knew the orcs’ pre-cum and cum were aphrodisiacs. And she already didn’t care, pleasure her primary concern. And then the other orc pulled his fingers out of her ass, and his massive cock penetrated that puckered hole. And she felt it in her bones.