Ms Patriot: Monster Mayhem (Chapter 19) (Patreon)

Ms Patriot: Monster Mayhem

Chapter 19

“Oh Goddess. Hecate! Aaaiiee.”

Wild eyes looked around Jade Manor’s kitchen, seeking a friendly face among the bestial, brutal orcs. The pain was like nothing she’d ever experienced. The enslaved witch lay on a length of two-by-twelve lumber leaned back against the countertop. One orc, named Gur, held her arms over her head. Two more orcs flanked her to ensure she didn’t fall off, while Shaman Zhul waited below her to receive the new baby orc.

“Breach,” Zhul called joyfully. “Push, Wanda! Push him out!”

She obeyed, too delirious to do anything but obey. Anything to end the pain. Wicked Wanda half wailed, half grunted as she pushed with all her strength.

“Again!”

She cried out again, but pushed. And pushed again with a little renewed hope that she might survive when she felt movement.

“Again!”

“Aaaaiiiieee!” she screamed as she gave that final push that spit that little monster out into the shaman’s waiting hands.

“A perfect baby,” Zhul shouted. “The horde grows!”

Huffing and puffing, the intense pain slowly fading, Wicked Wanda watched the shaman take the newborn orc to the kitchen sink and wash him off. Even her afterbirth confused brain knew that wasn’t right. The baby, who never once cried, didn’t look like any baby she’d ever seen. He looked exactly like a two foot tall replica of the fully grown orcs.

The baby orc started fighting once under the water, growling and snarling. The assembled orcs nodded and made happy sounds. Of course, their happy sounds were scary to humans.

Zhul finally got the baby cleaned up. He handed him off to a pair of warriors, who hurried him away to join the other children. They began training newborns to become warriors on day one. From what she was told, that baby would be a fully grown orc in just one year. Hell, they fed babies meat from day one.

“Be proud, woman,” Zhul said. “You gave life to a future shaman. I can already feel the magic within him.”

“Oh joy,” she said, voice coming out in a hoarse whisper.

He looked her over with disgust. “Humans are as messy as elves after childbirth.”

For some reason that really pissed her off. She carried and gave birth to his stinking brat, and then he chastised her for the messmade?

“If you don’t like it, stop breeding with humans,” she snapped, green eyes flashing. “Take this collar off, and I’ll send you back to your world and you can hump orc bitches all day and night.”

“I told you, woman, there is no such thing as a female orc,” he said. “That’s why we need elves, and now humans, to procreate.”

“Procreate? Hecate bear witness, the orc learned a new word.”

He actually smiled. “Your defiance proves your strength. You will give us many strong sons.”

“What?”

The shaman picked up his staff and started chanting. Her eyes went wide when the shaft began to glow. She’d seen it before, after the other women gave birth to orc babies. Though frightening on one level, the witch was eager for him to cast the healing spell.

Then he pressed the end of the staff against her belly. All of the fetishes hanging off the staff – small animal skulls, crystals, precious stones – sent jolts of heat into her when they touched her skin. Everything quickly concentrated on her womb and birth channel. On her ravaged pussy.

Wicked Wanda sighed as the pain quickly faded away. Her flabby post-birth belly tightened and shrank. She stared down in wonder and delight as in just five minutes of healing her body returned to its pre-pregnancy glory. She smiled when her rock hard abs returned, so well defined.

“Your magic is strong, Master,” she said. “Especially your healing magic.”

Truth was she could do the same thing, easier. It helped that her Amazon body healed supernaturally fast anyway. But she kept those thoughts to herself. After all, she needed Zhul to be happy with her.

Despite being fully healed, childbirth still left her spent and weak. She just lay back on the board. Gur continued to hold her arms over her head, which kept her from sliding down to the floor.

“So, Master, are we ready to – ”

The kitchen door to the terrace smashed open. Indeed, it was ripped off its hinges by a super-powered kick. A busty woman with long auburn hair, wearing sky blue mini-dress, gloves, and thigh boots charged inside to strike a familiar super heroine pose. Wicked Wanda’s eyes locked on the bright yellow “Ω” centered on her chest.

“Omega Girl!” she cried.

“Halt! Do not move,” a rich feminine voice shouted. “You are all under arrest.”

“Is this woman one of those Valkyries, those super women, you spoke of?” Zhul asked.

“She is.”

“Are you the leader of the orcs?” Omega Girl demanded, eyes narrowing. “I suggest you command your little minions to stand down and surrender, or else it could get ugly.”

Zhul stared at her. Wicked Wanda nodded, saying, “Yes, we find their arrogance rather annoying, too.”

Two orcs charged Omega Girl. The busty beauty flew up into the air, over the orcs, and then turned to slam into one of their backs with both feet. That sent him stumbling out the back door. Then she spun into a series of roundhouses that hit the other orc seven times in five seconds. The orc went down, out cold.

“And they can back that attitude up more often than not,” Wicked Wanda said.

Omega Girl plowed into the other six orcs, fists, elbows, knees, and feet becoming blurs as she fought. One orc after another dropped, most not unconscious, but stunned.

Zhul used his glowing staff to throw a fireball at her, but she easily flew out of the way, around the perimeter of the large kitchen, to slam into the shaman’s back. He went down, his staff clattering across the room. But the young heroine couldn’t finish him off due to Gur releasing the witch to charge the heroine.

Omega Girl flipped Gur over a hip, kicked him in the head, and then turned to engage three more orcs. She started backing toward the witch.

“Stay behind me, Ms Jade,” Omega Girl cried, moving to put herself between Wicked Wanda and the orcs. “Are you able to run? If so, I need you to start toward the door.”

“I’m perfectly fine,” Wicked Wanda said, green eyes scanning the kitchen for a weapon. She locked on a frying pan in the sink. She picked it up in both hands and grinned at the back of Omega girl’s head. “By the way, Omega Cunt, I’m not Jennifer Jade.”

And she swung. The frying pan rang like a bell when she hit Omega Girl’s head. The auburn-maned beauty froze, teetering atop her tall stilettos, eyes crossed.

“I’m Wicked Wanda,” she said. Wicked Wanda hit her again. “Welcome to the orc breeding program, Omega Broodmare.”

Omega Girl crumbled to the floor, eyes closed, face down.

“Gur, removed the silver choker around her neck,” Wicked Wanda commanded. “That is the magical item that gives her super strength and the ability to fly.”

The orc warrior crawled over to the unconscious heroine. He proved quite deft and got the silver choker off Omega Girl’s neck quite fast. Now she was depowered and helpless. No threat to anyone at all. So Wicked Wanda bit her lip, dropped to a knee beside the unconscious beauty, and pulled off her mask.

“A nobody. Shame,” she said. “Still, her super heroine career is over. Lil Miss Omega is just a pathetic broodmare to orcs now.”

She looked up to find Gur and Zhul standing over her. Neither looked happy. Zhul then looked across the room at his staff, reached out with his right hand, and the staff flew into it.

“You say she no longer has any strength?” the shaman asked.

“She is depowered, Master,” Wicked Wanda said. She indicated the silver choker with a golden “Ω” on the front. The omega was her sign. She was one of the very few to have a super heroine sign. It was a throwback to the 50s through the 70s when all heroines had to have a distinct symbol. “Whatever you do, don’t let her so much as touch that choker. I’d destroy it if I were you.”

“It will be melted down for the silver,” Zhul said.

Gur dropped to one knee between Omega Girl’s wide spread legs. She watched the orc reach up under the heroine’s uber-short, pleated skirt… And he ripped off her golden thongs. Wicked Wanda arched a brow.

“The carpet matches the drapes,” she said, getting a confused look from Zhul. Then Gur pulled out his erection. “Right here? Right now?”

“Uggh!” Omega Girl grunted.

Her eyes popped open, big and round, as Gur thrust again, and again. He forced his cock deeper and deeper. The confused heroine gasped and cried out, back bowed and feet wrapped around the massive orc.

The witch grunted softly with every thrust, remembering what it felt like to be fucked by an orc. Oh, how she knew what that felt like. Then another orc crawled up, bloody and still aching. He ripped the heroine's costume off, leaving her in nothing but boots and gloves.

“The mighty Omega Girl is dead. Long may the pathetic Omega broodmare bear orc babies,” she sneered. Then she looked at the shaman. “I have shown my loyalty. I have proven my hate of super heroines by taking her down, instead of letting her help me escape. Now it is time for us to join forces as equals to capture Ms Patriot, and then send you, your warriors, and your human broodmares back to your mother world.”

Zhul looked at the witch, then down at Omega Girl. The vanquished masked vigilante lay on her back getting fucked by Gur, with another orc thrusting his dick into her mouth. She bucked and writhed, but could no longer put up any real fight. She was theirs to breed.

And then he backhanded Wicked Wanda.

Black and white flashed behind the witch’s eyes as she fell back against the kitchen island. Zhul snatched her up by her hair, lifted her off the floor, and then slammed her face first onto the top of the island. The witch lay there unmoving, barely conscious.

“But…” she barely got out.

“But you remain our broodmare,” Zhul said. “I am not impressed by your Ms Patriot, and I am not ready to return to my world. I think I can stay here and conquer this world instead. And you will give us many strong sons to fight in the coming wars.”

He waved over two orc warriors.

“Take this woman,” he said. “She is ready to be bred again. Give her to my warriors.”