Iyda the Scarred, Camp Smith

Time passes are you are **** to work the forge by the orcs. You are not the best at it, but they seem to think you’re an expert. The only persistent problem is that due to their customs, women never wear clothes outside of battle. The hot sparks from the anvil and forge burn and sear your skin as you work. Day after day, the pain is only just bearable as burn scars cover your arms and torso.

Many younger orcs try and take a pass at you, looking for a possible mate. Fortunately, the orc guard who watches over you nearly all hours of the day ensures your safety. You spend each day watching camp from the forge wondering what life would’ve been like if things had gone any different. On occasion, you see Petra pass through with her husband Turrig, the orc who you met your first night here. After weeks of torment, she is broken by Turrig. Only two months into capture, her belly swells to a staggering size. Often you see her willingly being fucked by Turrig around the campfire in the company of other orcs. Her very purpose in life has been altered. She only now wishes to give Turrig several strong and healthy sons.

All this breaks away at your mind as you work the forge daily. You begin to wonder if the orcs are really so bad. What a massive orcish cock could do to your body, and what if you were impregnated like Petra? Your lustful thoughts grow harder to contain by the day, being surrounded by so much raw sex. You tightly clench your legs together, wondering how much of this you have left in you.