The warhammer series is a non-linear, standalone works of fiction based in the warhammer universe.

It came out of nowhere. It shouldn’t have. The Empire is supposed to be the safest, most secure country in all of the Old World. Her armies were strong, made up of some of the best, most skilled soldiers. They had fortresses guarding the main passageways through the black mountains, the dwarves guarded the world’s edge mountain range. If anything has gotten past them, they would have informed the Empire so they could prepare their defenses.

The greenskins can be a slippery bunch. They are usually like a hurricane ripping through the land, killing, burning and destroying as they went. Once a tribe becomes strong enough, which they accomplish by razing settlements, greenskins from all over flock to them, hoping to get their cut of blood and violence. The Imperials called this a waagh. It continues until it is either defeated or, if it stopped raiding, it would lose steam and its members would abandon it.

When a waagh came tearing through, people knew about it hundreds of kilometers away. Most greenskins were too stupid to have tact. However, sometimes, an orc boss rises to the top not just by his brutality, but by his brains too. Gumbar Steel-Foot was one such orc. He had a much better strategic mind than most greenskins. He liked to use the underway passages, a subterranean highway, to launch ambushes and confuse his enemies. He would launch a raid in one area, draw the defender’s army away, then use the underway to circle around and attack their settlements from behind.

Such was the case for Dotternbach, a minor city in the Empire’s southern province. It was the first Imperial settlement hit by Gumbar’s army. They came out from the underway through the mountains and marched on the city. The defenders barely had enough time to shut the gates and bar them before the enemy arrived. Nothing but a small garrison was available to defend the city.

The greenskins hit the city hard. They surrounded the Dotternbach to prevent anyone from escaping, or getting a message out to the capital for reinforcements.They raised ladders to scale the walls. They chopped down a tree and made a crude battering ram to attack the gate. They hurled stones from their catapults over the walls to harass the citizens. They rained arrow fire down on the garrison.

At first, the defenders held their own, slaughtering the greenskins as they scaled the walls. But that was only the first wave, made up of weak goblins meant to probe the city’s defenses. The second wave was made up of the bigger, stronger, meaner orcs. They came over the walls like feral beasts, hacking their way through the garrison, pushing them back.

The city’s fate was sealed when the gates fell. They were bashed open, splintering as they went. The horde of orcs and goblins rushed their way into the city, with only a small group of spearman ready to meet them. They did not last long. They were quickly surrounded and every last one of them was killed.

That’s when the chaos truly started. If there was one thing the greenskins liked, it was anarchy. They tore the city down, brick by brick. They set houses ablaze. Smoke choked the citizens as they clamored through the streets. The buildings began to crumble, crushing the fleeing masses beneath them.

The greenskins went from house to house, slaughtering all in their path. The husbands tried to fight them off, but fell under the onslaught. Next were the sons, young men just beginning to understand their duties. They picked up their fathers weapons and stood ready to defend their homes and their families. They, too, were cut down. Before long, all that remained were the women, trapped between the fires and the horde bearing down on them.

When razing a city, there are a few steps. First is breaking the defenses. Once you have bypassed that, you need to break the spirit. Despite the garrison being defeated, there are still many who would fight against you to save themselves, their loved ones and their houses. So you have to take them out too. You kill them and burn down their homes. This breaks the last hope the citizens have, making them feel like defeat is inevitable. The next step is to loot. Take their treasures, their gold. Much has been sacrificed for this moment, so you take everything that isn’t nailed down. This can cause some infighting, some collateral damage amongst your soldiers is expected as they fight over their coveted goods.

Once all the treasure has been claimed, there is only one last thing for the taking: the women. The next terrible step is the raping. Emotions run hot, testosterone courses through the veins, dopamine releases in the brain as the wonderful feeling of victory sweeps across the invaders. Now that the monetary value for their conquest had been claimed, it was time to take the physical rewards.

Greenskins, especially orcs, were not known to be gentle. The black orcs, being the biggest in the tribe, and the savage orcs, being the most feral, were always the first to claim their victims. They barrel through the others, grab the first attractive woman they can find and drag them off to do unspeakable things to them.

Just like what happened to Lady Adelinde Clauberg. She was from a minor but noble house. Her father was up on the walls, defending it from the greenskins. He had fallen when an orc axe got buried into his helmet. He husband was defending the gates when the orcs bashed their way through. He was one of the last men standing, a dozen greenskin bodies lay at his feet. He finally met his maker when a sneaky goblin came up behind him, stabbing him through the heart, leaving Lady Clauberg all alone.

A black orc, Brulzit, rushed forward, the ground shaking under his monstrous weight. His huge hand reached out, grabbing Lady Clauberg by the waist. She shrieked as he lifted her up, threw her over his shoulder and ran off. He slammed through the wall of a nearby house and threw his victim to the floor. He began tearing at her clothes, ripping them to shreds like paper. Her expensive dress was the first to go. Her tunic was next, leaving her in her corset and stockings. She cried out in shame, trying to cover up her nakedness.

Brulzit unbuckled his trousers and let loose the beast in his pants. He was sporting a 14 inch cock, 7 inches around. It was like a club hanging from his body. Lady Clauberg scooted away from him, horrified by the monster before her. Brulzit reached down, wrapping his hand around her neck and pulled her into the air. Her legs thrashed wildly as her fingers clawed at the orc’s hand. Her nails couldn’t even cut through his thick, leathery skin.

Brulzit lined her slit up with his cock and slammed her down onto him. She screamed as his thick cock spread her wide, like she was giving birth, his cock punching into her cervix, sending a painful wave flooding through her uterus. The orc used its powerful legs to smash his hips into her. It was like being mounted by a horse. She gasped for air, trying to breathe around his grip. It was no use. Her vision went black, her body limp as she lost consciousness.

Brulzit relaxed his grip. Lady Clauberg’s chest expanded, drawing oxygen back in. She began to wake up. The orc slammed her down on the floor. She yelped as three of her ribs broke. From there, with every breath she took, her lungs were stabbed by the sharp bone. Brulzit began to punch her face. His huge knuckles crashed into the side of her head. She bled profusely from her nose, her lip split, her eyes puffed up, blurring her vision, her face turned black and blue, beginning to swell. She had a splitting headache from the concussion.

As he beat her to a pulp, he jammed himself back into her. He fucked her hard, his massive balls slapping her ass cheeks with every thrust. Lady Clauberg wept. Her body was broken, her pride had been stripped, her cunt had been conquered, her family murdered. The only thing left in her life was this brute, having its way with her, hurting her, killing her slowly. He was a cruel, sadistic creature.

She tried to push him off of her, but at nearly 400 pounds of pure muscle, there was nothing she could do. He threw her around the room like she was nothing. He pushed her against a wall and pounded her there, squishing her body against it. He bent her over a chair and railed her like an animal. He folded her in half, a very painful position with her broken ribs and used her to fuck himself, like she was a doll. Every stroke he bottomed out in her. He was so vicious that Lady Clauberg was sure he had damaged her reproductive organs.

After only 10 minutes, but what felt like an eternity, he came deep inside her womb. He came so much that it leaked out of the sides of her pussy and dripped onto the floor. Brulzit dropped her onto the ground and sat down, recovering from his orgasm.

Lady Clauberg lay there, not moving. He had ruined her. Ribs busted, face bashed in, body bruised, blood leaking from her cunt. She hurt all over, especially her insides. She cried softly. She was quite concerned because she had heard greenskin semen was quite potent. She didn’t want to get pregnant with this monster’s offspring. Half human - half orc children were abominations. They were violent, crude, crass, ugly. Unfit for life in the Empire. The family of those atrocities were shunned from society, usually targets for attacks, even if they are a part of high society.

She didn’t have to worry long. Once he had recovered, Brulzit got to his feet. He grabbed Lady Clauberg and raised her above his head. He grabbed her torso in one hand, her legs in the other and began to pull. Lady Clauberg shrieked as she felt her ligaments begin to tear. She hammered Brulzit with her tiny fists in desperation. The orc let out a loud roar and tore her apart, tossing the pieces against the wall, painting them scarlet. He relished in his bloodbath before turning his sights towards the rest of their captives. He grabbed his weapons and rushed off to claim another victim.

There was Engel Von Hassle. She was the wife to a blacksmith, Warner Von Hassle. She had lost him during their attempt to flee. One second he was there, the next he was gone. She feared the worse. She had followed the crowd through the streets until they came upon a group of orcs. Surrounded on all sides, they had surrendered to them, hoping for the best.