Iyda the Broken, Camp cocksleave

After some time passes, the orc returns. Wordlessly he picks you up, cradling you in his huge arms. You feel him carrying you outside as you hear what sounds like exciting chattering around you. You are hoisted up, and your limbs are affixed to two wooden poles. Your arms and legs are spread between them, to ensure easy access to your lower holes. As soon as the crowd of orcs figure out what your new purpose is, they cheer loudly and somewhere a drum band begins to play. You look down and see you’ve been placed at the main gathering fire for the orcs, and you are to be the entertainment here. Cum from your last encounter still leaks down your back and thighs as your second orc of the night lines up with your ass. He pushes into you dryly forcing grunts of pain from your otherwise silent lips. Another takes your pussy as they thrust into you in unison. A line of two dozen or so orcs wait around you, looking for an opportunity to use the new meat.

As time progresses you are fucked nightly in the middle of camp for all to see. You are the main attraction due to your passiveness. You don’t fight back, but you also don’t make for a passionate lover. The orcs continue to use you, and even offer visiting foreign tribes a chance at your abused holes, which they gladly accept. Occasionally you even see Petra as she serves food and drink to the rowdy orcs. Sometimes she even looks at you. Always with sadness and disgust but it’s the closest thing to human contact you ever get here. Your belly and breasts begin to grow large as the orc child grows within you. You wonder if they’ll take you down for the birthing. What does it matter anyway? Your just meat now, right?