Can it even be called a rescue?

The day's celebrations continued well into the evening. Trusk and Bas'gal were even kind enough to allow you to participate in them, at least to enjoy the hearty roasts and music. Your body was still sore from the fucking you had received, and you got to suck them off again before going to bed, their muscly bodies pressing against you on both sides; strength and warmth helping you find an easy and deep sleep.

How quickly things change.

You wakeup to the sounds of **** and shouting. Both Chiefs have left the tent, and are trying to rally their soldiers. Tents are on fire, dead bodies litter the ground, and there is panic and fear in all directions. Humans on horseback have charged the position and quickly overrun the defenders, burning all in their sight. Fearing your tent will be next, you rush out, thinking only to get as far away as you can before the monsters on horseback find you.

Your instincts prove correct. Although you can't make out any words among all the chaos, you hear shouting followed by the frenzied gallop a horse, charging to you. You spring with all you can muster, falling far short. Rather than being trampled under foot, you are expertly hoisted up onto the horse by it's rider, a heavily armored individual, only able to see his dark brown eyes. You struggle in desperation to be let free, and in a sudden whallop of steel pain, everything goes black.

You awaken slowly, sorely, in a bed. Not a pile of animal furs, or a pile of straw, but an actual bed, with soft silk sheets. You still awoke naked and dirty, as you are accustomed too. This is, admittedly, more comfortable than where you had last woken up, but you feel more afraid in this strange place than you did among the orcs.

"There you are" A gruff, masculine voice echoes through the room as a man comes in. Armored as well, he could be the same man who picked you up before. "I was afraid you would never come to. How are you feeling?"

On instinct, you actually respond to him first in Orcish "Tsoltake iroz hubenk". You shake your head, holding it gently with your right hand "S-Sorry." Seeing his perplexed expression "I'm fine, just very confused, and scared."

"I understand" He responds softly as he sits in a nearby chair "You must have been held prisoner by those mongrels for some time to be fluent in their dreadful language, but make no mistake, you have nothing to fear now. You're safe in human hands, right where you belong."

"No" You respond, shaking your head yet again "I mean, I wasn't held prisoner by them at all?"

"You mean, you lived amongst those savages willingly?"

You nodded "Yes, they took me in as one of their own. They loved me." Your voice sounds almost whistful, and your train of thought is cut short. "I don't think those things are capable of love, or anything beyond the belt."

"How would you know!?" You respond, in a sudden and unexpected rush of emotion "I was happier with them than I ever was with my own family!"

The unknown man looks at you with a suspicious gaze, leaving his chair as quickly as he entered it "To grieve you than, to know that you won't be going back, because there is noone to go back too. The Emperor has made it a priority to rid our territory of the orcs so that we can continue to live a peaceful and civilized existence. In time, you will learn that this is the world you belong in. Someone will be in shortly to provide you with some needed clothes, and a much more needed bath..."

You are left alone, in this room that seems larger than your entire house back on the farm, all those years ago. In this soft bed, with the large windows and paintings. You remain, inside this immense room of lavish furniture and noble excess.

You have been left alone, inside a cage.