The Shaman ties and ravages Marcus

The young slaveboy hung in the air at the center of the Shaman's tent once again, bound in rope that lay against his pale skin and left him totally helpless, though in a new position this time. He was on his front, his legs tucked up underneath him, ankles bound to knees. His wrists had then been tied to his feet as well, leaving him bent double, while several crossed ropes winding across his chest and belly joined up to a knot above his back to hold him in the air. Finally, the Shaman had tied his silver hair into a short ponytail, and bound that with rope as well, pinning his head with his neck craned back. It had all taken her some time to prepare him like this, the tattooed Orc moving his body as she pleased and wrapping him up like an artist preparing her finest work. Feeling her huge hands on his skin, making him so utterly helpless had left Marcus in quite a state already, whimpering and moaning each time she grabbed him in her callused fingers to tie him even tighter.

His needy blue eyes stared across at the Shaman, where she stood in front of him. The young slaveboy was panting softly, his lips parted, and his tongue tingling with the lingering taste of her cum. His belly still felt all warm and full from how much she'd dumped down his throat earlier, but he still wanted more! More of her cum, more of her thick cock filling him up! His own tiny, pathetic dick was stiff and aching between his bound thighs, but the need in his empty butthole just felt far more intense. With his body hanging in this position, his butt dangling in the air, it wasn't hard to guess she was going to take him there. And he just couldn't wait!

"Prepare my cock, ****." The Shaman growled suddenly. Standing beside her, the naked steward's wife hurried to obey, grabbing a jug from the table beside her and pouring glistening oil over her hands. Going to her knees in front of the Orc she reached up and started rubbing the oil into that thick, veiny shaft. Her small, pale hands moved almost worshipfully over the tattooed skin of her Master's cock, trails of glistening liquid trickling down to the Shaman's heavy, dangling balls. "Not like that, idiot pinkskin." The Orc growled, reaching down and casually cuffed the woman across the head with one huge hand. The steward's wife squeaked out and flinched back, a wounded look on her pretty face. "Use those fat udders this time."

"Yes...master." The young woman gasped, her cheeks flushed. She reached over with trembling hands and poured the oil instead of her bare breasts, covering her flesh in the liquid. Marcus watched, whimpering with desire, as the naked **** leaned up on her knees, supporting her boobs in her hands. She slid them around the Shaman's twitching cock, wrapping it up in her soft, oiled flesh. Using her hips, she started bouncing up and down on her knees, her tits sliding along the Orc's thick shaft. Little whimpers and moans escaped her lips as she continued rubbing down the Shaman's cock in oil, the thick head popping out of her cleavage each time she slid down to the base. Marcus shivered in his bonds, his wide eyes admiring how the hard Orc cock buried itself between those soft, bouncing mounds. It was almost enough to make him wish he had big boobs too, so he could please his Master another way.

"Enough, you do not deserve the blessing of my seed this night." The Shaman snapped suddenly, reaching down and grabbing the **** by the hair. She held the woman up, glaring at her with lips curled into a frown that bore her sharp fangs. "Thus far the boy has been more pleasurable to use than you in every way, and I do not expect that to change as I try out his rear hole either. If you could not carry my young, you useless thing, I would have thrown you aside and found my own pretty human male to be my **** instead."

"Sorry, master." The woman whimpered. With a flick of her wrist, the Shaman tossed her aside, sending her naked body sprawling across the floor. Marcus winced, though when the tattooed Orc stepped towards him any sympathy he felt for the poor girl was quickly swept aside. At the height he was hanging here, her cock was right in front of his face, and he felt his mouth go dry as he watched a drop of pearly pre-cum collect at the tip. His lips parted, his tongue sliding free as he tried to reach out with it and lick up that drop and taste her once again.

"Not this time, pleasure boy." The Shaman grunted, a smirk flickering across her tattooed face. "Your mouth is a delightful hole and your eagerness to use it to please me is only right and proper, but as I only have one night with you I intend to fuck you much more thoroughly before I return you to Shaharza." Marcus moaned again, a little thrill running through his body. Somehow the way she talked about him, almost like an object to be used and traded between her and his Master just made this all seem even more exciting. He was trembling in eagerness as much as the ropes could allow as the Shaman stalked around his side to stand behind his dangling body.

With his head pinned in place, he couldn't even look over his shoulder to see what she was doing. All he could do was wait here, totally helpless, his pathetic dick throbbing while his empty butthole ached to be filled. He whimpered with desire as he felt a large, hand grope at his quivering cheeks, callused fingers spreading the soft flesh apart. Marcus yelped out as he felt one tease across his clenching hole. What was taking her so long...why wasn't she sticking her cock in there already?

"Please..." The young slaveboy gasped out, unable to resist any longer. He squirmed in the ropes, trying to wriggle back and find her cock with his hole, but they held him too firmly.

"I would make you beg rather more before giving you the blessing of Orc cock you rightfully crave..." The Shaman's voice rumbled, each rough word sending another fluttering thrill through Marcus' **** body. "But I am at the very limits of my patience as well." Her other hand grabbed him by the hips, holding him there firmly in place. Moments later, the now familiar feeling of a swollen Orcish cock pressing against his aching butthole swept over the young slaveboy. He felt that ring of muscle stretch painfully, a strangled gasp escaping his lips, but the Shaman just drove herself forward, showing no mercy. In moments, his body just gave way, her thick shaft popping inside his needy guts. The young slaveboy's eyes bulged, every part of him focused on that thick, throbbing shaft sliding it's way inside him in one long, powerful thrust. "Fuck...so tight, even after the warchief has had her fun with you." The Shaman snarled, her fingers digging tighter into the soft flesh of his thighs. She yanked him back, pulling his body further along her cock as she thrust forward at the same time. Her cock just seemed to go on forever, inch after inch of hot, throbbing shaft sliding inside him, his stretched, aching hole clenching around her veiny skin. "Like all your kind, you were just made for this, pleasure boy, made to be fucked!" With that last growled word, the tattooed Orc drove forward.

Marcus screamed out as her hips slammed into him, fully hilting her cock inside his aching butt, a wave of hot pleasure sweeping over him. His tiny dick throbbed, almost painfully hard, dribbling a trickle of watery cum down on the floor below him. The Shaman didn't even seem to notice, drawing back her thick cock to leave his butt aching and empty before she thrust forward again and again, her muscled hips slamming into his quivering buttocks. She was so rough, so forceful, taking what she wanted from him without a care. And it just felt so...good!

He felt every inch of her hard cock pummeling into him, forcefully widening his butt to fit her thick shaft. Dangling here in all these ropes all he could do was whimper, squeal and moan, his hands fluttering wildly where they were bound to his ankles as pleasure seared through his body. She moved him back and forth to match her thrusts, letting her work herself even deeper inside him. Being so utterly helpless as she ravaged him like this just made it all that much more intense. He couldn't help but imagine how amazing it would feel to be bound like this and fucked by Shaharza's even bigger cock, the thought making his tiny softening dick dribble even more.

"By the ancestors...the way you squeeze around my cock like that, fuck...!" The Shaman snarled, her voice a low, rumbling growl as she continued bouncing him back and forth along her throbbing shaft. As her muscled hips slammed into the soft, jiggling flesh of his butt the sharp cracking sound filled the tent, the sting of his soft, sensitive skin all mixing up with the pleasure of her cock skewering him so deep. "Such a greedy human slut...just **** for my seed!" The tattooed Orc continued. "Here, take it! Every fucking drop!"

She thrust herself to the hilt one last time, her huge hands holding him there in place as her cock just filled him to the core. Marcus couldn't move, could hardly breathe. As he hung there, helpless and mounted on her thick shaft, he felt his tiny dick aching and throbbing with climax after climax, every drop of cum his pathetic balls could make spattered across the floor underneath him. His mouth gaped listlessly open, his tongue dangling free and his eyes rolling back. His hole squeezed so tight around the base of her cock he could feel her shaft pulse and swell. Then, moments later, she was filling his guts with what felt like gallons of sticky Orc cum, dumped as deep inside him as she could reach.

The young slaveboy felt his already full belly swell as she pumped her seed inside him, her low growls and moans of orgasm filling his ears. Her fingers sunk into the flesh of his thigh, holding him so tight it was almost painful. More and more of her cum filled his stomach, until his belly bulged out below him. Marcus gurgled, shivering with pleasure as he was once again stuffed full of Orc seed, just like his Master had taught him he was meant for. At last though, the flow eased, and he felt the Shaman slump forward slightly against him, her climax spent.

With a purr of satisfaction, the Shaman started working her hips back, holding him in place so she could yank herself free. His butt was still clenched so tight around her it took her a little wriggling to pull away, but at last the young slaveboy's stuffed hole stretch one last time around her head and she popped free, leaving him moaning at the aching emptiness inside him. He felt her cum dribble down from his hole, trickling between his buttocks and down towards his tiny balls. Leaving him to dangle there, the Shaman stepped back, stalking around his bound body. The young slaveboy's limp gaze flickered up to follow the tattooed Orc, watching as she stood in front of him. Her thick cock was still half-hard, standing out above her balls, the glinting silver piercing at the tip drawing his eyes. His tongue was already out as she shoved it in his face and, still in a daze, he gently licked around the head, cleaning up the cum clinging there.

"Broke you in good, didn't I?" The Shaman sneered, her low voice simmering as he traced his tongue along the hot skin. "And with just the first fuck of the night as well. Bet Shaharza never made you squeal like that with her brutish hammering. By the time I'm finished here, it's going to be my cock you'll crave and not the warchief's." Marcus kept licking avidly, sensing it was better he keep his tongue busy rather than speak up about that. The Shaman taking him had been amazing, and he couldn't wait for her to go again, hopefully after tying him up in some new, even more exciting position. Shaharza though was just...something else! Even with his head still hazy from all those orgasms the Shaman had fucked into him, he knew the savage way the warchief had pinned him down and just utterly destroyed him with her massive cock had felt even better! Maybe, if he could work up the courage, he should ask if his master wanted to use some ropes like this on him next time. His soft, tiny dick twitched, throbbing with lust at the delightful thought. "****!" The Shaman snapped, her golden eyes blazing as they darted down to find the naked steward's wife, kneeling to one side. "Come suck on my balls while the pleasure boy cleans me. I want them churning with cum so I can fill him even more next time!"

"Yes master!" The woman hurriedly crawled over, ducking between the Orc's huge thighs. Her lips found the Shaman's dangling sack, licking and kissing avidly at the wrinkled skin. His own nose filled with the musky scent of the tattooed Orc and his belly all warm and full of her seed, the young slaveboy absolutely understood her eagerness. It was impossible for them to resist the Orcs...Shaharza had taught him that with her cock and her strength and her absolute dominance over both him and his mother. Even if his Master treated him as roughly as the Shaman did her ****, he...was pretty sure he'd come crawling back to Shaharza's feet anyway. And that was okay...it was exactly where he belonged after all, wasn't it?