A failed escape, and the beginning of Iyda Orc-Breeder

Cool air unpleasantly tickles your exposed body and you feel yourself being carried somewhere. Your eyes flutter open and although still in a daze, you can register you are being carried though the orc encampment.

The ugly-faced orc carries you through the encampment holding you high like a trophy. Many other orcs cheer out in celebration as they see your defiled form be marched though camp. You are taken to a small dingy wooden building as you are thrown down on a pile of hay and shackled to a post.

“You breed stock.” The ugly orc says. “Any orc breeds you when want.” At this he walks off, leaving through the entrance you came in. You look around your new surroundings as you see a dozen other women. Some elven, mostly humans. They all sit on the floor in various stages of pregnancy. Most of them are covered head to toe in semen and appear too weak to move. A few girls on the far side of the room are currently being fucked far by orcs. Some choose to use their mouths, but most use their cunts. Your eyes jump to the front entrance where five orcs have come in. Seemingly eager to use the new girl.

Five years have passed since you first woke up in the orc camp. You lay weakly on the floor of the breeding hut as your third orc of the day finishes in your pussy. As he exits, you scoop the cum from your pussy into your mouth, attempting to gain some level of nourishment. The aggressive flavor of orc cum mixes with your juices to create a flavor that’s tolerable. Your belly swells with child once again as you suspect you are roughly three months pregnant. Since entering the breeding shack you’ve given birth to six beautiful baby orcs. You hope you’ll see them again some day, as an orc pushes his way into your well-used cunt.

The torment you’ve endured here has pushed you to loving orc cock. One day when most of the tribe raided Crag Glen, they came back with many women. More women mean newer, fresher, wombs to breed. In this batch you reunite with Petra who had apparently been captured in the raid. Between bouts of being fucked in every hole by orcs, she pleads with you to help her escape again and that the two of you might succeed together. However your mind is too far gone. You can’t think of how you would cope in a world without being pumped raw by orcish cock.

However since she arrived, most of the orcs seem intent on breeding Petra instead of you. Since then, you’ve grown envious of Petra. Always trying to grab any orc that passes by in hopes that they’ll use you instead. In hopes that they might fill you with their delicious seed. You want to bare them strong sons that will create powerful breeders for the women of the continent to enjoy.

Somewhere along her capture, the real Iyda Ironstag died. Left a shambling wreck just looking for another orc to breed with. In time, Petra’s faith and mind would break too. Leaving nothing behind but two nameless cum sluts ripe for breeding.