Not now.

?Later. I?d rather not break the truce of the Harpy lands. I?d rather leave that Elvish whore to stew in her own juices for a little. One day, she?ll crawl to us, begging to be made a ****.?

You think about how profoundly arrogant the chief?s proclamation is, but can?t think about it too long as your body is impaled on another sizable green pole. This one has bumps all over his face and has a yellowed grin that glows with a sly insidious evil rather than the boisterous evil Tsuvrurash?s grin exudes. His voice is croaky and his breath is foul upon your face

?I heard you begging for more orcish seed, pathetic Hu-man. You must work hard for me to give you this blessing.?

The disgusting orc seems quite sincere in what he?s saying as he snarls at you impatiently. He expects you to do all the work. You mutter a weak ?Yes, Master? and hold your hands at his sides, wrapping your fleshy thighs around him so you can ride him. You push yourself down and discover that his cock is just as bumpy as the rest of him. Twitching uncomfortably at the unfamiliar sensation you feel the lumps pressing against the walls of your drooling pussy as you take him ever deeper. It?s only when you get your unsteady footing and start fucking him in earnest that you realize that the feeling of this hideous thing pressing inside you is just the latest in a long line of degrading pleasures. Free to set your own pace, you bounce up and down with complete abandon, your long blonde hair swaying around wildly. Feeling no reason to show any sort of modesty anymore you growl at him lustily and your hands dig into his muscular arms.

?You are a dirty little hu-man whore. Have you no shame? How does it feel to be humping a warrior who has killed so many of your race??

This one is also different from the others in that he not only expects complete submission, but also seems to take a sadistic pleasure in humiliating you. However, the humiliating words that make your chest flutter seem to only add to the fire of lust that is consuming your body. Every sensation, even the feeling of the breeze against your bare back, seems to add to the intensity of the sex. Your voice quivering, you whisper to him.

?It feels good to be with one as strong as you, Master. Your felling of human warriors is proof of your prowess.?

?What a slut. You?d sell out your entire race for a belly full of my cum. Well, you shall have it.?

Hearing these words, you slam yourself into him and you feel his twitching, lumpy orchood tremble and shoot the hot goo you were promised deep inside you. Each blast seems to fill you more and more, and you squeeze around his thick bumpy cock, not allowing any to escape. You feel the warm glow of it inside you for what feels like a minute before you raise yourself off of him and the frothy yellowish goop spills out. As you bask in the warm afterglow of your latest sexual encounter you nervously consider what truth may be in this warriors taunts. Trying to re-assure yourself that this submissive slutty ****-girl thing is simply an elaborate act you find yourself handed over to yet another orc and your higher thinking functions take a back seat once more.

Things continue like this for a few hours. You ride orc after orc in a seemingly non-stop continuum of sex. You feel like any one of these well conditioned warriors could easily wear you out on their own, but being used by so many is exhausting. You feel the sweat drip down the ample curves of your flawless body and your vision blurs more and more with every shameful orgasm. You find yourself increasingly losing your prejudices towards their green skin and wicked reputation, simply seeing them as a succession of strong males casually controlling you and bringing you to the realization of unimagined pleasures.

When you are at last brought around to Tsurvurash the chieftain locks your soft lips in an aggressive kiss, his sharpened teeth grazing your tongue. It makes your heart flutter. Simultaneously he penetrates you and the sensation of his massive orcish meat inside you feels just as delicious in your womanhood as it tasted in your mouth. His long tongue explores you freely as does his long cock, thrusting into you as deeply as any of the others. You feel your cheeks flush and your pussy grow swampy and wet with your excitement, like your body is desperately eager to accommodate him.

?Yes, Master Tsurvurash! Take me! Use me! Please!?

You hear your voice, but it sounds distant and foreign as if you have been possessed. He seems to be acceding to your requests though as his clawed hand rises up to roll one of your heavy breasts around roughly. Things continue much this way for a long time, with him kissing and fondling you, easily coaxing climax after climax from your body. When his body finally tenses up, you lock eyes with him, and the rabid look you see and the almighty roar of triumph he bellows out with ? that would?ve filled you with utter terror mere days ago ? simply fills you with delight at his bestial nature. He releases himself in you with incredible ****, each liquid blast like a hot crossbow bolt inside you. As he comes free from your depths he snarls at you possessively and you whine with contentment. After this primitive moment passes and you both regain your senses, he passes you along to your next ravager.

Finally, when all the galloping has ceased and the last orc has spilled his load inside of you, you feel yourself being carried off the horse and being dumped unceremoniously onto the dusty ground. You can dimly comprehend, as your eyes flutter open, that you seem to be somewhere in the middle of an orcish war camp.

?Let this new **** have free run of the camp. She should get better acquainted with the warriors her and her fellow slaves. I think she should provide excellent entertainment at the banquet later.?

You hear his footsteps walking off into the distance, and feel vaguely sad, but you are too tired to follow. You drift off into sleep for a short while ? exhausted from your ordeal - but are awoken soon after by a strange figure appearing between your legs.