No - continue upstream

Reunificationists or monster cultists, the risk of meeting either is too great. You continue to walk along the river.

An hour later, you hear some loud grunts ahead. Then you smell the stench. Climbing a tree for a better view, you see a small camp in a clearing.

Sat around a large fire are four large greenish-grey pig-men. Orcs. A hunting party most likely. All of them have a large mug in their hand, of what, you don't know. You do know that letting them catch you would be bad. Women captured by orcs are either rescued immediately (unlikely for you), or never seen again. Their camps are hidden in remote locations, with patrols guarding every possible route in. If they are attacked, the captured women are always long gone by the time the rescuers arrive.

One of them starts telling a story in extremely fragmented sentences, gesturing wildly as he does so. With one huge swing, he pitches the contents of his mug over his shoulder.

He looks in his mug, confused for a moment, before yelling at the top of his voice. "Orange Sow! Bring Gug more!"

From one of the wagons, a smaller form comes out. Given her appearance she couldn't be mistaken for anything other than an orcish sow. Unlike the males, her skin is a pale pink, similar to a human or elf. She has a pig snout, with long, red hair which drags on the ground, a pair of piggy ears sticking through it. Several pairs of breasts adorn her body, hanging down as she crawls on all fours. Her belly swells with a huge pregnancy. Obediently, she crawls forward until she is in front of the now-named Gug.

Gug leans forward, placing his mug underneath her, before reaching out with his other hand and sharply squeezing one of her numerous breasts, causing a jet of milk to spray into the mug, and drawing a loud squeal from the sow. The rough milking continues, high pitched grunts and squeals being the only sounds she makes.

Finally it finishes, and the sow starts crawling again. One of Gug's hands whips out and crashes into her ass, sending her face first into the ground. "Sow know sow suck Gug off after milking!" he roars. He brushes away his loincloth (not that it was hiding much), revealing a huge cock, already leaking pre. "Now Gug take sow ass instead!" Without further ado, he plunges it between the sow's upturned buttocks.

Despite your horror, you can't look away. As the sow squeals, seemingly in pain, you lean out further to get a better view. Gug is pounding her violently, slamming her many rows of breasts into the ground with each thrust, drawing a new squeal each time. He thrusts with an uneven rhythm, rarely giving her enough time to brace herself for the next impact.

Finally, he lets out a guttural roar, and the sow merely whimpers, body being moved around by the **** of his orgasm. He suddenly pushes her away, sending a fountain of cum spraying over her body.

When it stops, he turns back to his friends. "Now, where Gug?" He frowns. "Orange Sow interrupt Gug story!" He spins back around and launches a vicious kick into the side of the recovering sow, sending her flying to the ground several metres away.

Finally, he continues his story, wild hand gestures and all, though thankfully for the poor sow, he isn't holding his mug while making them this time.

Suddenly, you hear a creaking sound, followed by a crack.