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The Power of Gorgos-Zhul
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Justin took the time to equip the girls with their most protective outfits before pushing on. Rose was grateful to cover her tits and cunt with armour again.
And then, together, they continued on from the save point.
The orc village “dungeon” opened out into a wide courtyard. At the far end of the courtyard, the village ended, and a set of white marble stairs ascended a hill towards the Shrine of Gloriel.
Standing between Justin and the Shrine was the largest orc they had yet seen. He was clad in impressive spiky armour – although his large cock was still exposed – and in one hand he held a massive battleaxe. In the other, he clutched not one, but three leashes – and each leash terminated in a collar around the neck of a beautiful human female slave.
The orc’s nameplate read, “Gorgos-Zhul, Orc Warlord”.
“Intruder!” bellowed the orc, as Justin approached. “How dare you trespass upon the village of the Zhul clan, bringing unleashed bitches onto our sacred territory?”
“Mighty Gorgos-Zhul,” said Justin. “We do not have to be enemies. I am the sworn foe of the sorceress Alyra, whose magic gives false dignity to women. Just like you, I wish to see bitches put in their place – and I bring you two for your cock to sample, in the hopes we might negotiate an alliance.”
Rose and Amy jumped, and looked at Justin in disgust.
Gorgos-Zhul laughed, and replied, “I do not need any human to give me bitches. I will take them from you, and add them to my kennels.”
He pointed at one of his leashed women – a blonde, wearing white stockings, white high heels, and a kind of white veil. Her hands were tied behind her back, leaving her large nude tits and her bare cunt unprotected.
“This one used to be the shrine maiden here,” he said. “She prayed to her Alyra to protect her when my clan arrived, but my cock was stronger than her pathetic sorceress.”
He pointed then to his second slave, another blonde, with Asian features and huge breasts, which showed evidence of recent bruising.
“This one was the shrine maiden’s lover,” he said. “She claimed to only be sexually attracted to women, but I told her I would rape her twice a day and beat her tits every morning and evening until she could learn to orgasm from my cock, and show no arousal when I forced her lover to lick her twat. She orgasmed the very first time I raped her, but she still wettens for women, so the beatings continue.”
The Asian blonde showed signs of defiance.
“I’m a lesbian!” she cried. “I don’t know what you think you saw my body do, but I never orgasmed. I’m not attracted to men!”
Justin knew she was lying. All women of this world orgasmed from rape, even if they didn’t understand why. He very much doubted that lesbians had an exception.
The orc didn’t take kindly to her defiance. He yanked on her leash, and then cuffed her across the face, causing her to fall to her knees.
“Silence, whore,” he growled.
Then he pulled on the leash of the third girl, a beautiful freckled redhead, who gasped and clutched at her collar.
“And this one is some sort of teacher,” he said. “She was here at the shrine to learn how to teach the girls of the nearby village how to defy men and be ‘empowered’. I have been… re-educating her.”
The redhead looked at the orc with a mixed expression of hatred and helplessness.
“Now,’ said Gorgos-Zhul, “I will leash your bitches too.”
Justin looked past Gorgos-Zhul to the hilltop.
“If we are to fight,” said Justin, choosing his words carefully, “then we should have an appropriate setting for that battle. Let us settle the matter of who owns these bitches within the Shrine of Gloriel itself.”
Gorgos-Zhul laughed again.
“A fine place for you to meet your end!” he chuckled. “Come then – let the temple of female delusion be the setting of my victory.”
Gorgos-Zhul pulled on the leashes of his women, and began to quickly ascend the stairs to the shrine. His girls followed along behind, clutching at their leashes to avoid being choked, their tits bouncing as they ran.
Justin, Amy and Rose followed.
The Shrine itself was a simply Greek-style affair. White marble columns supported a peaked roof suspended over a large rectangular marble altar. A statue similar to the save icon was situated near one edge of the shine – although the woman in this statue was fully-clothed in an elegant robe which tastefully covered her large breasts, in contrast to the lewd poses the other save icons had held.
As Justin approached, he could feel the energy flowing from the shrine – and it was a distasteful energy. He could feel that the Shrine didn’t like him. He felt repelled by it – though not so much that he couldn’t advance. He wondered if this was how vampires were supposed to feel when entering a church.
Rose and Amy, by contrast, looked energised. Their eyes were wide, as if they were having some realisation.
They were. Justin knew, at an instinctive level, that the Shrine was telling them that they had worth, and rights, and dignity. It was telling them they were humans, not animals, and they were not born to be slaves. It was telling them they could choose who they had sex with – or choose to have sex with nobody. It was telling them that they were in control of their own cunt and tits, and could make their own decisions about who – if anyone – was allowed to see and touch them.
The Shrine had to be stopped.
As Justin and his girls took their positions, the battle music began to play.
With the Bitchmaster, Justin had faced a choice of whether to attack the orc, or the orc’s slave. But as he surveyed this fight, he recognised it as a familiar setup from Hero’s Destiny. The three leashed slaves formed a shield for Gorgos-Zhul. Any damage that Gorgos-Zhul took would be redirected to one of his women, until all three were defeated.
Justin and both of his girls won the initiative as the battle began, with Amy first.
“Give me the Witch’s Blessing,” directed Justin, and Amy, glaring at him, fell to her knees in front of Justin, extracted his erect cock from his pants, and kissed the very tip of it.
As always, it felt amazing, and Justin wished he could thrust the rest of his erection into Amy’s pretty mouth and facefuck her until he orgasmed.
For Rose’s turn, he ordered her to “Invite Rape”.
Blushing, Rose stepped forward, and pressed her body up against the orc. Her free hand curled around the orc’s cock and began to pump it. Stretching on tiptoes, she pushed her body high enough to lightly kiss the orc on the lips – before pulling away and returning to her place next to Justin, now with a red crosshairs in the air above her head.
Justin sighed, noting how the orc had let Rose near enough to stab him, if only Rose had been able to do that mid-battle. But it was all, effectively, an animation. The participants had to go through with it, no matter how little sense it made.
Then it was Justin’s turn. He lashed his whip against the redhead who the orc had described as a “schoolteacher”. It landed across her tits with a crack, making her moan with pain – and around half her hit points vanished in a single turn.
Then it was the orc warlord’s turn.
“Bitches,” he said, “attack.”
But the “attacks” from these girls, such as they were, were not of immediate worry to Justin. The redhead approached Amy – and kissed her on the lips. Amy made a surprised noise, but seemed unable to pull away. And as they kissed, the redhead put a hand on Amy’s left tit – and squeezed, hard enough to hurt.
“Ow!” Amy squeaked.
But she had lost only two resistance, by the time the redhead retreated.
Likewise, the shrine maiden advanced on Rose, and kissed her on the lips. The nature of the attack seemed to compel Rose to allow the kiss – blushing furiously all the while – and it seemed that the blonde bit Rose’s lips immediately before withdrawing, making Rose squeak, and costing her – again – a mere two resistance.
Finally, the Asian blonde crawled on all fours to Justin, and took the tip of his cock into her mouth. She was talented, for a self-professed lesbian, giving him a very vigorous cocksucking for all of five seconds – and just before she let go, he felt the merest hint of teeth on his dick, enough to make him flinch, but costing him – predictably – only 2HP.
Then it was Gorgos-Zhul’s turn, and if Justin had thought the fight would be too easy, his expectations were now corrected. Gorgos-Zhul brought his massive axe down on Rose in an overhand blow.
“Bitch-slut!” he roared – and the blow struck home.
If Rapeworld had been a realistic game, the sharp edge of the axe might have cut Rose completely in two, ending her life.
Instead, she only squealed with pain, and her body flashed briefly. Her skin was unbroken, and there was no blood.
But her breastplate blinked and vanished – broken – and she lost fully a third of her resistance.
Justin quickly did the maths.
He would need to defeat the three slaves before hitting the orc warlord, and each slave would take at least two hits. And he had no idea how long it would take to defeat Gorgos-Zhul himself.
Ignoring the small amounts of damage from the slaves, Gorgos-Zhul would be able to defeat a party member every three turns – and their damage would drop correspondingly with each party member lost.
The numbers were not in Justin’s favour.
Was he actually going to be defeated?
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