He gets to the cook's tent safely, but inside is a different story

Marcus darted between the rows of tents, trying to make his slender, naked body as small as possible. He kept as far as he could from the Orcs strutting around. It didn't stop them from leering at him like he was a choice cut of meat at a banquet, but at least none of them came any closer to him. They were all too busy doing various errands, carrying weapons and loot about or setting up the camp. Those who weren't enjoying their new slaves, that is. More than once he glanced between a tent to see a massive Orc shoving her cock down the throat of some poor human woman from the castle. They didn't even seem to care that they were in public, standing with those massive green dicks and big, swollen balls just hanging out where anyone could see.

The worst thing he saw was a naked woman kneeling in the dirt beside one of the tents, surrounded by three hulking Orcs. The monsters were smearing their huge, hard cocks over the poor girl's face. She was frantically trying to suck one and stroke the other two with her hands, but the beasts kept pulling out her grip and shoving their dicks at her mouth instead, chuckling to each other like they were making a game of trying to stuff her lips full. It almost made him glad he was just Shaharza's property. The thought of being shared by more than one of these monsters like that, tossed from one to the next like a plaything, made his stomach turn.

As soon as he reached the tent with the red markings, he breathed a frantic sigh of relief, then just slipped through the canvas entranceway without even thinking what might be waiting for him inside. Just like that, he found himself facing four massive Orcs sitting round a large wooden table. He'd interrupted them right in the middle of a meal, devouring between them what looked like an entire roasted cow, tearing chunks of meat from the bone with their bare hands. Now though, they'd all raised their heads from their food and were looking right at him, four pairs of hungry eyes drifting over his naked body.

"Fuck, look at that." The nearest one whistled, baring toothy fangs. She had a massive scar running down the side of her ugly green face, and wore a leather patch over one eye.

"Someone sent us a present, did they?" Another Orc sneered. She was bigger than the others, almost as massive as Shaharza, and her eyes were blood-red rather than gold. "Good, I could use a hole to shove my cock into while I finish eating." She spread her legs wide, revealing she was naked below the waist, her huge cock drooping soft between her massive thighs. "Get over here, under the table and start sucking, ****!" She barked, pointing down at it with a finger. Marcus just stood there, utterly frozen. He felt like he was about to vomit from sheer terror.

"Stop fucking about." The Orc sitting beside her snapped. This one was smaller, still way more muscly than any human woman, but in a slender, wiry way. Her black hair was tied into a long braid running down her back, decorated with little bone charms and red ribbons. "That's the warchief's. You think she wants your pin-dick in her property?"

"Is that a challenge, runt?" The larger Orc snarled, slamming a massive fist into the table hard enough to make it shudder. "I fuck what I want!" The smaller one bared fangs viciously, golden eyes flashing. Her body tensed, and for a moment Marcus was sure she was about to throw herself at her rival.

"Enough." The last Orc spoke a word, and the pair just froze. She was smaller too, and her green skin was covered in dark blue tattoos, swirling patterns running up her bulging limbs. Her large bare boobs had rings of what looked like winding vines around her darker nipples, and even her face had a series of jagged lines running over her cheeks and forehead. "Karadi is right. That **** belongs to the warchief. He is not be used that way by the likes of you." She spoke softly, but her voice seemed to carry through the air, the low sound of it sending shivers down the young prince's spine.

"Yes Shaman." The larger Orc grunted, lowering her massive head. Marcus felt a strangled gasp escape his lips as he stared fearfully at the tattooed Orc, who somehow seemed even scarier than the others now. This was the Shaman Shaharza had talked about! The one who was supposed to be branding him and his Mother later in some kind of sick ceremony.

"Come here, ****." The Shaman raised a hand, beckoning to Marcus with a finger. The young prince found he was too afraid of her to resist. He stumbled forward, feeling her golden eyes bore into him. As soon as he was close enough, she reached out a large green hand and grabbed him by the waist. Marcus yelped shrilly but his frantic scream died in his throat when she clicked her teeth at him. She pulled him closer, and suddenly her other hand was on his thigh, thick, green fingers pressing into the soft, trembling flesh of his leg. Marcus whimpered as she reached in, one probing digit running gently along the length of his tiny, soft dick. She scoffed loudly, her lips curled into a mocking smile. Every other Orc was watching this with hungry, jealous eyes, but Marcus would have gladly gone to any one of them instead, rather than be at the mercy of this scary monster. "Yes, I can see why the warchief chose you to be branded with her mark." The Shaman murmured at last, even as she kept groping at his soft thigh. "It's rare for a male to be given such an honor, since you cannot be bred, but you are very pretty indeed."

She spun him round by the hip and he screamed in shock when her hand suddenly smacked him hard across the butt. He wriggled in her grip, trying to pull away, but she held him there with ease as she hit him again and again, her palm wide enough to sting every inch of trembling skin as she flattened each cheek against his hips. It hurt so much he burst into floods of terrified tears. No matter how much he tried, kicking his legs and sobbing and pulling at her hand with his own he couldn't get away. She just kept spanking him, a hail of vicious swats that left his butt scorched hot and glowing with agony.

At last she stopped, with her palm resting over one of his buttocks after a particularly vicious swat that had made him shriek in pain. As he sobbed and trembled, she closed her fingers and squeezed his stinging cheek viciously between them. He could feel her callused grip digging into his plump flesh, groping and pinching all she wanted while he could only stand here and cry. Even when she slid a finger between his buttocks and rubbed his twitching hole with the tip he couldn't do anything. This was even worse than Shaharza! He'd happily run back to the warchief's tent and hide behind one of her massive legs if it got him away from this monster.

"That was for your disrespect, boy." The shaman snarled in his ear, the anger in her voice making him whimper. "A mere **** greets the Shaman on his knees, by kissing the tip of her cock." With a flick of her wrist, she shoved the sobbing prince away from her. Glancing back over his shoulder in a panic, Marcus saw she'd spread her thighs wide. There, between her legs her own thick cock drooped down. Even her shaft was covered in swirling tattoos, and there was some kind of silver piercing glinting on the spongy green head. Below it, her thick balls dangled in a loose sack, with a line of more studs running down the wrinkled skin. "Do you want another punishment, ****?" She growled. "Kiss my cock!"