Not by a long shot

You slowly regain consciousness to find your arms and legs tightly bound. Your armor and clothes have been removed, and you are totally nude. As you raise your head, you feel a pounding headache. You look around and spot an orc running up to you. Wordlessly, he picks you up and hoists you over his shoulder as you let out a small yelp. Holding you like a bundle of sticks, he takes off at a brisk pace. Looking quickly around you see that you were lying with a group of other officers, all also fully nude like you. A group of mostly orcs and black-skinned humans is watching over them.

The orc carries you through what seems like an enormous camp. Their is no mist, and you can see fires and people, or creatures, stretched around you in every direction. Spirits seem high among these barbarians.

After a few minutes of walking, you are carried up on to a wooden platform, then the orc carrying you puts you down, turns you around, and shoves you forward. You toddle forward with your bound legs, almost falling over when another orc in front of you catches you and pushes you back up. You look up to see that you are on a raised stage-like platform. Other elven generals are similarly bound and nude on either side of you, and in front of you you can see a line of orc soldiers, with a minotaur at either end of the stage. Between the line of soldiers and you is a smaller group, consisting of three orcs, a black human, and a minotaur. In the distance you see masses of captured elves and humans, surrounded by celebrating beasts.

"Please you could join us," says the big orc who caught you as you fell, "Having trouble keeping your footing madame?"

You stay silent, glaring defiantly.

"Serves me right for trying to be polite to a lady," he says, "Alright then bitch, why don't you tell me your name?"

Suddenly one of your generals manages to surge forward, placing himself between you and the orc.

"How dare you speak that way you animal," he shouts, "This is Ethelid, eldest son of Ethelrad, of the house of Sisae. He is our crown prince, and you will treat him with the dignity he deserves."

The orc stares at the elf, then laughs.

"A fire in your belly then, hey?" he says, "Tell me then, what is your name and precious house my dear?"

"I am Olgo, of house Irae, and we have been sworn retainers of the crown since time immemorial."

"Whatever you say," he replies, beckoning up an enormous, scarred orc with mottled green skin from behind the platform, "Have him and his entire house castrated immediately."

You and the rest of the elven generals look on in stunned shock, unable to even think of a response, as the giant orc picks up Olgo and begins to carry him away. The elf himself seems stunned at first, but as the orc begins dismounting the platform the desperation kicks in, and he begins shouting and yelling, struggling wildly and in vain. As he is carried into the distance, his shouts and yells become screams, then blubbering cries and pleas for mercy, before entirely fading away.

"You are all meat. You are meat to me, and you are meat to all of our people. The sooner you understand this, the easier life will be for you. You have no control, ****. You can learn to serve happily, or you *will* serve in misery. I do not care to tell you who I am. You do not need to know, and I don't care if you want to. I am also not as blinded by foolish pride as you elves. I will not volunteer information that is not necessary."

The words roll over you, but you have trouble fully processing them. Your head still hurts badly, and you keep running back recent events in your head, trying to piece together what happened.

"You will do as you are told, when you are told to. You do not want to know what will happen if you do not. Do not speak unless spoken to, and answer promptly when that occurs. Do you understand?"

There is silence from the assembled elves. As you look around, it seems like they are all still in shock, like you. As you do, you can't help but notice that they too have smaller penises than you remember as normal, and many appear to have sprouted breasts of their own. Shaking your head to clear it, you remember your duty to your people as you also recall his words.

"Y-yes," you say, your teeth chattering from cold and nervousness, "We understand"

Your words galvanize your generals, who echo your words.

"Hmph. You will be punished later for your delay, but at least you're smart enough to respond in the end," he says.

"Princess, come here," he says, pointing at you.

You feel the tips of your pointy ears burning with shame as you shuffle slowly forward. You hate answering to such an emasculating title, but you fear what he will do to the others if you do not comply.

"Very good my dear. You must be cold my dear. And when was the last time you ate or drank? Here, try some of this," he says, roughly pouring liquid from a large wineskin into your mouth, "Let me warm you up."

The liquid tastes surprisingly good, though you have no idea what it is. It is sweet and a little salty, and has an edge kind of like wine. It warms you as it flows down your throat and into your stomach, and you begin to feel better. Some of your worries begin to fade away, and you feel fuzzy, like some of your senses and thoughts have been dulled. As you drink, the orc draws you close to his body, holding you tightly. He wraps one arm around your waist, firmly grabbing one of your bulbous butt cheeks, as the other wraps around your bare shoulder. Your face presses up against his mighty barrel chest, and his rugged scent washes over you. You begin to feel lightheaded, and a strange feeling in your stomach. Then you realize, to your horror, that your little penis has begun to grow erect.

Nonono, you think to yourself, after all this time in retreat why do you pick this moment to show yourself?

The orc begins to rub you all over as you bury your face against him, inhaling his musky smell. You feel him grope your ample ass some more and brace yourself, enduring this humiliation as your body begins to warm up. After feeling you up for several minutes, you feel a pressure against your own chest and look down to see the orc's own massive penis stiffening against you. He steps back from you, placing a hand on your right shoulder and another under your bare left armpit.

"Kneel."

You begin to obey the command, and he helps you slowly lower yourself to the ground. Once your knees are securely placed on the wooden platform, he takes another step forward and frees his enormous penis from his trousers. The mighty organ must be sixteen inches long, and it's easily as big around as your wrist. You stare up at it as he towers over you. It sways slightly as he moves towards you, and you feel almost hypnotized by it. He gestures to a nearby orc, who runs up to him, handing over a vial. The great orc before you pulls open your unyielding jaw and pours the solution inside.

"Don't swallow," he says.

Immediately you try to spit it out, but he's already holding your mouth firmly shut. The liquid burns and tastes awful. You can't imagine swallowing it. As it fills your mouth, soaking into it, the fumes travel along your throat and into your nose, and your mind grows foggy. You feel sick. After who knows how long, the hand is removed from your mouth and you spit everything out.

"You spat without my permission bitch," says the orc in front of you, gesturing to a soldier and pointing to one of your generals. The soldier steps forward and winds up in front of the elf, before slamming his fist hard into the elf's testicles in a vicious uppercut.

The scream cuts through the fog in your brain and you **** out a weak, "I'm s-s-orry, please have mercy."

"Perhaps," he says, handing you another wineskin, "Drink this to wash your mouth."

This time, it's just water. You wipe your mouth with the back of a bound hand as the water is taken away, then note in horror that you don't feel your teeth. Instead, you feel a yielding softness.

Before you can investigate further, the orc steps up to you, his massive member brushing your face. He positions himself almost directly above you, and crouches slightly to rest his testicles just below your chin as he forces your head back. The shaft of his penis fully covers the length of your face, protruding past your hair and into the open air. He stands their silently, looking down at you for a few moments, basking in his conquest before he speaks.

"Suck it, whore."