Brought before the orcish queen

A conversation begins between the orc queen and your captors. A nearby elven **** girl translates for you as you are held up before the throne.

“My queen, we caught this one trying to flee. We also believe this she-dwarf has murdered one of our own.” Says the ugly one holding you.

“Oh? And who was it she murdered?” The queen crosses one leg over the other and sits forward, clearly intrigued.

“Turrig your grace. Stabbed with his own blade. He was caught off guard.”

“Treacherous little she-dwarf… Turrig had two didn’t he?”

“Yes my queen.”

“And where is the other one?”

“We aren’t sure but we think she escaped with the help of this one my queen.”

The orc queen places a hand on her forehead gently rubbing it. With her other hand she waves at a nearby orc in a shooing motion. “Go. Find her. She can’t have gone far. Send the wolf riders if you must.”

The orc nods and give a small bow before sprinting down a path adjacent to the one you came up.

“My queen!” The orc with the ugly face speaks once more. “What should be done with the she-dwarf?”

“I want her broken here before me. Fuck her as long as that takes. I do not intend to risk any further rebellion if she left this spot in sound mind.” The elven translator’s voice cracks upon translating this. She nods in a silent apology to you.

“No… no!” You scream bucking against the orc that’s restraining you. The orc keeps a tight grip on you preventing your escape. You look around in desperation and see more orcs have gathered along with a dozen or so **** girls. A crowd of orcs form a circle in front of the throne and you are tossed in the middle.