Led to the baths.

You arrive at the baths which is nothing more a hot springs with a few wooden structures around. You see the other human women that were in the breeding tent being bathed and washed by a group of large female orc.

The orc that led your here brings you to one of the attendant with a grin. “Here’s a latecomer,” he says with a chuckle.

“The devil… Is this seed fresh?” the orc woman says as she gets a look at your stained body.

“Sure is. We wanted to have a bit of fun with her before we brought her here. You think her skin is dirty, wait till you take a look at her snatch.” The orc grabs you roughly and presses your back to his chest. He lifts one of your legs upward and outward in order to present your stained pussy to the woman. He takes his fingers and spreads you open, letting more of the slimy semen drip out of you. “Like what you see?” he badgers the female orc.

“You disgusting pig,” the orc woman spits at the male orc. “Get the hell out here before I drown you.” The male orc laughs as he hands the leash to her.

“Come here, you stupid slut,” the or lady says as she roughly grabs your leash and pull you away from the male. “Letting these men fuck you all day long—you human tramps are no better than dogs in heat, ready to bear a mongrel for anything with a cock.”

The male orc walks away laughing as the woman continues to barrage you with insults.

Continuing to curse at you, she pushes you into the warm water of the springs. She scrubs you with a cloth, a look of disgust covering her face the entire time.

The hot water seems to relieve the effects of the kanga fruit potion a bit, perhaps simply by replacing one pleasurable feeling with another. As your skin is cleaned of the cum, sweat, and dirt, you feel a sense of freshness—a sense of perhaps being a person again and not some fuck toy for these monsters. But despite your renewed sense of clarity, you are unable to do much. The collar and leash keep you from escaping, and before long you are sent back into the orc village along with the other captive women.

Dusk begins to cloak the landscape as you’re led into the orc village center. A large fire is lit and many of the orcs—mostly male—appear to be in the middle of dinner. Each one is chewing on a roast animal leg while drinking tankards of mead. Hollers and cheers echo as they see you and the other woman brought forth before them.

You and the other captives are made to sit around the fire before you are given food and drink. The feast that you’re allowed to eat is much hardier than the gruel you’ve been given all week, and you find yourself unable to resist the delicious roast meat brought before you—none of the captive women are.

As you fill your stomach, with food and drink, you feel that familiar feeling grow over you. The insistent lust that had you gripped all week is coming back. Your heart sinks when you realize the drink must be full of the kanga fruit. So much for trying to hold on to your decency. You feel foolish to have brought yourself back to such a state so quickly.

But before you can contemplate your mistake further, a silence falls over the celebration. You look to the end of a town center where a particularly muscular orc has taken a raised stage. He has two human women sitting beside him as he stands, clinging to his thick legs—their bellies already round with bastard orc children.

“Brothers!” the powerful orc addresses the crowd. “Welcome to the feast of Torak. Our god has blessed us with many a bounty in our last few raids, but no treasure could match the blessing that he brought in the form of these women.” He motions to the two women beside him and then to you and your fellow prisoners. “And soon, Torak will bless us by letting the seed of our loins sprout within these humans, bringing strength to our great tribe!” A cheer rises throughout the village square. “Tonight, we shall eat… and we shall drink… and we shall fuck in Torak’s name so that he may bless these human cows with fertility and bless us with further conquests!” Another cheer. “The humans will know who the superior race is when we burn their homes and **** their women to bear our young. Nothing will stop us from taking this land in the name of Torak!” One last cheer from the crowd.

You notice a naked and bound woman is led up onto the stage where the orc leader stood. You do not recognize her, perhaps being there from a separate raid. Her features are near perfect, her bosom full and her hair a clean, curly blonde.

The two women that sit beside the orc chief begin to do what they were tasked with. They loosen the armored cloth that covers the orc leader’s genitals, revealing his will endowed self. Without so much as ceremony, they begin to caress and lick his cock to hardness.

“And as proof that the gods favor orc,” the leader motions to the blonde woman, “the princess of the human city of Loyst. Her caravan crossed our path and her guards fell as weak humans do. She had power where she came from but here she is nothing but a whore. Her belly will carry my offspring, proving to her and her people the strength and superiority of orc.” The menstruation that the orc leader’s two slaves have shown him has now brought his length to full hardness. He proceeds to roughly grab the princess and lead her to the end of the stage. He sits on the edge, forcing the young princess to straddle his lap. “Ride me, whore. Pledge your womb to me. Pledge your soul to Torak. Show us who truly rules over this land!”

You could see the princess stand frozen—her legs shaky. You’re sure you would even hear her sobs if it wasn’t for the growing chants from the orc crowd for her to be fucked. One of the leader’s slaves presses on the princess’s shoulders lowering her innocent petals to the chief’s mighty staff, while other aligns his tip with her entrance.

And then, as if committing to her fate or by some other ****, the princess impales herself on the orc. Her head shoots back and an audible yelp escapes her. The cheering intensifies as the leader begins to guide the princess into a steady rhythm by a hand which cups her shapely ass. The two pregnant slaves proceeded to lick the princess’s and the leader’s nether regions, running their tongues across his balls and his length while also giving attention to her labia and puckered ass.

“Go forth. Prove yourself to Torak! Impregnate these humans! Those who win Torak’s favor by producing offspring will join me in our conquest as one of my generals. Let the orgy commence!” the orc leader yells out in triumph.

The cheering orcs now turn to you and the other human women. Like a pack of wolves, they surround your group with bared teeth. The ones in front yank away a human girl one by one.

An especially ugly orc meets eyes with you. He approaches you cackling, his large fat belly bouncing as he steps before you. His face is swollen and scarred, his tusks long and chipped. “Hello there, love,” he greets you. You instantly recognize the voice. It is the orc that had fucked you first when you arrived to this village. Since that time, he had come to see you everyday, proclaiming that he would be the one to leave you with child. This is the first time you saw his face, making your heart sink even further.

The orcs pulls you away from the rest by your leash, leading you to a spot beside the large bonfire. He sits you on the ground, warmed by the flames, and kneels beside you. He wastes no time, instantly feeling up your body with his sweaty hands, squeezing your bosom, and caressing your skin. He brings his face to yours, thrusting his tongue between your lips in order to play with yours. His breath is foul, yet the feeling of your intertwining tongues and his thoughtful touch makes your eyes flutter shut.

His fingers travel to your pussy and he sinks a digit between your petals. You’re surprised at how little effort it takes for his finger to disappear inside you; the kanga fruit has already made you this shamefully wet. You moan as he fucks his finger in and out of you while letting his thumb play with your clit.

“I see they haven’t offed your dosage of kanga potion. You’re quite ready for me. I’m excited to take you in a different position today. Giving it to you from behind is nice, but I’m going to enjoy watching this face contort with pleasure as I take you.”

The orc pulls his fingers from your drenched cunny. You breathe heavy, your body ready for more mating thanks to the kanga. The orc lies on the ground and pulls you over him. He holds his prick in one hand and your hips in the other, aligning your cunt over his fattened cock. He slowly lowers you onto himself, making you groan in resounding pleasure as he slowly sinks inside you. You sheath him fully inside yourself, your head hanging low as you support yourself against his chest.