Iyda Orc-Breeder, camp whore

“You no obedient. Not worthy wife.” He says picking up your weak form. Both of you still naked, he carries you out of the tent as you leak a trail of cum. Petra screams something incoherent as you see her for the last time.

The orc carries you through the encampment holding you high like a trophy. Many other orcs cheer out in celebration as they see your defiled form be marched though camp. You are taken to a small dingy wooden building as you are thrown down on a pile of hay and shackled to a post.

“You breed stock.” The orc says. “Any orc breeds you when want.” At this he walks off, leaving through the entrance you came in. You look around your new surroundings as you see a dozen other women. Some elven, mostly humans. They all sit on the floor in various stages of pregnancy. Most of them are covered head to toe in semen and appear too weak to move. A few girls on the far side of the room are currently being taken by the orcs. Some choose to use their mouths, but most use their cunts. Your eyes jump to the front entrance where five orcs have come in. Seemingly eager to use the new girl.

Five years have passed since you first woke up in the orc camp. You lay weakly on the floor of the breeding hut as your third orc of the day finishes in your pussy. As he exits, you scoop the cum from your pussy into your mouth, attempting to gain some level of nourishment. The aggressive flavor of orc cum mixes with your juices to create a flavor that’s tolerable. Your belly swells with child once again as you suspect you are roughly three months pregnant. Since entering the breeding shack you’ve given birth to six beautiful baby orcs. You hope you’ll see them again some day, as an orc pushes his way into your well-used cunt.

The torment you’ve endured here has pushed you to loving orc cock. One day when most of the tribe raided Crag Glen, they came back with many women. More women mean newer, fresher, wombs to breed. That night an entire day passed without them giving you any attention. Since then, you’ve craved orc cock, trying to grab any orc that passes by in hopes that they’ll use you. In hopes that they might fill you with their delicious seed. You want to bare them strong sons that will create powerful breeders for the women of the continent to enjoy.

Somewhere along her capture, the real Iyda Ironstag died. Left a shambling wreck just looking for another orc to breed with. True to their word, Petra remains untouched serving as a servant girl. Every night she prays to her god for an escape. She also prays she will one day reunite with Iyda. What she doesn’t know is that the Iyda she knew is dead. For good.