Aye. Gruzzub orc of honour!

The orc chieftain watches you as your **** body does its best to recover from his brutal ****, both physically and mentally. Your once-tight, once innocent hole winked as it tried to close. It had been utterly wrecked, and walking would be rather uncomfortable for the next few days. As Gruzzub watched, he realised that with you in such a **** position, the orc could do whatever he wanted to. He could take you again if he wished, he could clap you in irons and take you away with his tribe, with you serving as tribe breeding bitch for the rest of your days... And yet as those fantasies played across the orc's mind, Gruzzub shook that great head. His honour would not allow him to do such a traitorous action. Instead, the orc simply milked the last of his load from his thickness onto your back before walking back to his chair, sitting there and waiting for you to recover.

That would take a good few minutes. First your mind recovered from the haze of pleasure that had descended upon you. Then you felt life return to your limbs, and you sat up, wincing as you felt cum spill from your well-used ass. Giving a quick look at the rather jocular orc, you suddenly realise what he could have done to you, with the same ideas that the orc had fantasized about being nightmarish to you. Giving a respectful nod, you slowly crawl towards your clothing. "Elf." He stops you. "Finish our negotiation nude." You hesitate, but acquiesce. Standing up, your breasts jiggling, you look up into his eyes.
"You will leave today." You say firmly, and the orc grunts and nods.
"Aye, orcs will. I give order now." Stomping out of the tent, the chieftain exchanges words with an orc outside, and those orders are shouted by the other unseen subordinate. Soon enough, the chieftain returns to you, giving a roguish grin. "Work is done, elf." He said with a nod, eyes obviously staring at your breasts for a few moments. You cross your arms but shrug. He's an orc after all.

Suddenly remembering that you need a token to show the mayor of your success, you cast your eyes around the tent, searching for something worthwhile. Your eyes fall upon a rather mean looking hatchet, but on closer inspection, you see that it is rather blunted. Running your eyes over it, you see that the hilt has been stamped with the same crude drawing that decorated the outside of the tent. The big, bad, red orc with the biggest and baddest teeth. "...May I have this also?" She asked hopefully, turning to look at the chieftain. Once again, Gruzzub guffawed loudly, mirth spreading across his face. "Yes, elf maiden. You may have." He said, stepping over and giving your ass a sudden grope, squeezing and spreading it roughly. "And I have that."

You walked away from the camp, a smile on your face, though your ass ached terribly with each step. Behind you, the orc camp was being disassembled. They would move on later on today, when the tents were packed up and the loot was all counted up. You couldn't shake the feeling that you had just passed on the problem to the next town, but you trusted that the next area would be equipped to deal with them, as Barrowden surely wasn't. You'd also sent them in the opposite way from home, for good measure.

You shake such negative thoughts from your mind. You had done it! You had made the orcs leave, and had a token to prove it. You could make your way back to Barrowden and collect the reward.