A hard day, and the branding ceremony awaits

It was evening now, the Orc camp lit by crackling bonfires and torches. The monsters were still celebrating their victory, drinking and feasting on looted supplies and shouting at each other in booming voices. Here and there, a few pale, terrified slaves from the castle hurried about carrying plates of food or massive mugs of ale to their Orc Mistresses. The rest of the captives were busy too, either **** and gagging as huge green cocks were shoved in their mouths, or bent over in the dirt while a monster thrust into them from behind, squealing and screaming helplessly. Even the poor maid Marcus had seen earlier was on all fours nearby, one of the mean Orcs who owned her savagely pounding into her pussy, while the other was doing the same with her throat. The girl was trembling like a leaf as she was **** from both ends by huge, green cocks, only held up by the massive, groping hands of the two monsters. Her eyes were dull and glassy, a muffled squealing noise emerging from her stuffed throat. She almost sounded like she was...screaming in pleasure, but that couldn’t be, could it?

Chained to a pole in the middle of the camp, Marcus was cowering in his naked Mother’s arms, desperately hoping none of the Orcs noticed him. He’d had enough awful, hungry leers on his bare skin and butt today to last a lifetime. Right now he just wanted to hide away from all the awful things happening around him, but at the same time he couldn’t stop staring as these massive monsters **** their poor prisoners with those, huge, throbbing green dicks and stuffed them full of cum.

After making his Mother put this horrible lump of ivory inside him, the cruel warchief had ordered them to follow her out into the camp. Marcus had barely been able to stand at first, his legs trembling and weak every time his butt clenched tight around the fake cock. The Queen had tried to support him, but with his body still all hot and tingly with need, getting walked around by his naked, gorgeous Mother was dangerous and tempting. She’d only been trying to help him he was sure, but she’d kept gently holding his face against her soft, amazing boobs while she tearfully apologized for what the Orc had made her do to him. It was so hard not to just give in to temptation and kiss her there or nuzzle in and suck on one of her stiff, hard nipples. The way she’d moan and tremble when his cheek brushed over one of those pink nubs sounded so enticing too.

Past the rows of tents, there was a place where slaves who weren’t with their owners seemed to be kept, naked and chained to a line of wooden poles. Most were staring blankly at the ground, and none were even trying to fight anymore. Shaharza had left them there in the hands of another Orc, a darker-skinned one with chipped fangs. She seemed so scary at first, but she was shockingly cheerful, laughing in a big, booming voice as she told Mother and Son to wash the cum off each other’s bodies with a bucket of hot water and a cloth.

Marcus had tried his hardest not to, but he’d still found himself tenderly rubbing the cloth over his Mother’s boobs and butt far longer than he needed to, shivering at how soft her skin was. She must have been so embarrassed, because she was flushed red and breathing hard when she did the same for him. It had been so hard not to spurt all over again when she tenderly pulled the ivory from his aching hole and washed him there, before sliding it back inside while murmuring hot, gasping apologies. He’d had to bite his lip a lot, and his tiny dick was stiff and throbbing for almost an hour afterward.

The Orc keeping them watched the whole time with a hungry grin and when they were finally clean she’d boomed out how lucky the warchief was to own the pair of them, because they were the prettiest humans she’d ever seen. Marcus had blushed furiously, hiding behind his Mother as the monster leered down at him. She’d chained both their collars to a pole separate from the others and then brought them each a bowl of surprisingly tasty porridge. As Marcus hungrily spooned it up, she’d winked at him and told him it was meant to keep up his stamina for what the warchief had planned for him tonight. His blush had gotten even hotter, and she’d reached out to ruffle his hair with a big hand, while his Mother watched furiously. At least she’d been nice...the others weren’t.

Then they’d just been left there, for nearly the whole day. Every now and then an Orc would come by and fetch her ****, and each one had paused to admire him and his Mother with hungry looks. The leers were bad enough, the way their golden eyes lingered over the young prince’s bare skin like he was a juicy piece of meat. Most of the Orcs hadn’t even bothered to put on clothes, and they’d stroke their soft cocks while staring at him, or make some awful, crude comment about what they’d like to do to him. Worse, with this horrible thing still shoved in his butt, making him all hot and tingly inside, he just couldn’t stop himself from staring at their massive dicks, and dangling balls. It was all the toy’s fault! He’d never like looking at big green cocks otherwise! Or imagine cradling them in his mouth and licking and sucking while the Orc growled with pleasure above him.

Now, as the evening wore on and they waited for Shaharza to return, Marcus found himself growing more and more anxious. This ceremony sounded so very scary, especially since he’d have to see that horrible Shaman again, but it was what would happen afterwards that made him even more afraid. The warchief had promised she’d **** him and the Queen, and there was absolutely nothing he could do to stop her. He wanted to protect his Mother, like a good son should, but he was still just too weak and pathetic. Instead he just lay against her soft chest, listening to her anxious breaths above him. She’d stopped apologizing at least, and now she looked as nervous as he felt. Even still, she was so beautiful it made his heart skip a beat. The thought of that big, ugly Orc warchief taking her like the other monsters were taking their own poor prisoners, bending her over and shoving that massive, throbbing green cock into her wet, pink pussy, it made him feel...all funny and hot.

He froze suddenly, as the sound of heavy footfalls seemed to shake the ground underneath him. Peeking out from his Mother’s tight embrace, the young prince saw the massive figure of Shaharza striding towards them across the camp. He whimpered softly at the sight of her. Staring at her massive muscles made his tender hole clench and wriggle around the ivory, sending hot tingles over his skin into his tiny, soft dick. The warchief paused over them, lips curled into a thin smile that bared her gleaming fangs.

“It’s time.” Shaharza grunted, her golden eyes glinting in the firelight.