To the Harem Tent.

“Perhaps the harem tent first, Master?” Miriam suggests. “Your personal ****’s appearance reflects on your status. She should be properly attired.” Your cock twitches at the idea of Tri-lanna being dressed – or undressed – the same way as Miriam.

The **** girl picks up a box from the floor of the tent. “This is where Vash-gul kept the jewellery he plundered. Most orcs collected it to give to us slaves as gifts.” Miriam smiles. “They’re always spoiling us with presents, ornaments and sweets. But Vash-gul never did. You can use it to decorate the elf once she’s been marked as yours.”

Miriam leads the pair of you out into the camp. You see her point about Tri-lanna – clad in her ragged, concealing clothes, she stands out in this camp almost as much as Miriam’s nudity would in a human town.

An orc hails you as you pass. “Greetings, human!” You recognise him as part of the group that recruited you. “I trust this slut’s been serving you well,” he says, giving Miriam a ringing slap to the backside.

She giggles. “He’s fucked me thoroughly, Master Cho’Gall,” she says proudly.

He laughs. “Tsurvurash was right about you, it seems. Which reminds me – come and find me sometime in the next couple of days. There’s a task the Warlord thinks you might be suited for, to prove your worth to the tribe.”

He goes his way, and you head to the harem tent. Its outside appearance is humble and drab, but the inside is very different. As you step through the door, you’re struck by the mingled odours of perfume and sex. The floor of the tent is covered in soft, brightly coloured cushions. In one part, this gives way to tiles surrounding several pools (Miriam eventually informs you that the tent was erected over the ruins of an old elven bathhouse).

But that’s not what catches your eye. Your attention is focused by the women. There are too many to count a breath-taking array, all naked, or dressed in clothes that only serve to enhance their sexual availability. All bare the marks of orcish ownership somewhere on their bodies. You see bare skin in every humanly possible shade, and more than a few that aren’t. The majority of the slaves are humans, mainly those who have the colouring of local islanders, but there are more exotic shades too.

Then there are elves, all slim and beautiful. The orcs seem to particularly delight in collecting these. You see slender High Elves from the cities with soft skin the colour of milk, and lean Woof Elves from the forest with skin just a shade browner. Then there are other, more unusual races – petite, curvaceous halflings, and stocky, busty dwarf women. And there are a few from strange species, creatures you’ve heard stories of but never expected to meet.

Some sleep or lounge on the cushions, or preen themselves in front of polished mirrors. Others are servicing orcs, many of whom seem to enjoy taking the women in front of their enslaved sisters. Others pleasure each other, moaning together in pairs and threes and fours. Sometimes this is for the amusement of their masters, but often it seems to be for their own pleasure.

The whole scene is so intoxicatingly erotic that you barely manage to take in a fraction of it. Your cock is rock hard at the sight, and only gets harder when you remember these women aren’t just here to serve their masters’ lusts, they’re here to serve you – as a tribe member you have the right to take and use any of these delicious beauties.