Wait a few minutes for the orcs to clear out first

The orc was likely trying to trick you, trying to get you to uncover yourself early. He's probably waiting just outside the barn door, looking to see if you stop hiding. What's more, you can't possibly leave the barn when there are so many orcs marching outside. You have to play it safe. Should the barn be set on fire, you can quickly slip out the back door. You wait in your stack of hay in order for the horde of orcs to move away from the barn.

Time seems to pass by slowly. You're not sure how long you have waited, but whatever time has passed has not caused the orcs outside the barn to clear. You're not sure if it's your mind playing tricks on you or if the echo within the barn is deceiving you on the actually activity going on outside, but the yells and stomps of the orcs aren't any quieter than they were a while back. In fact, you swear they've gotten louder. You decide to continue waiting, praying that the orcs leave long enough for you to slip out unnoticed.

However, your prayers are not quiet met. The distinct sound of fire crackling and smell of smoke make your heart skip. The barn has been set on fire! In focusing all your attention on the footsteps outside, you nearly forgot that the barn was at constant risk of being set ablaze.

You have to get out quick. You quickly throw the hay off you and dash toward the back door. The fire has already ignited some of the hay leaning against the walls, and it's starting to spread wildly within the barn. You cough from the thickening smoke, your eyes watering from the heat. You reach the back door, and push against it, but it barely budges. You realize there is a rusted bolt keeping the door locked.

The fire is moving quickly towards you and will envelope both you and the door if you don't hurry and get it opened. You grab the bolt and try to push it out of place, but the rust has practically fused it to the door itself. You put all your body weight into springing the thing loose. The heat the fire is now dangerously brushing against the back of your neck. You hear a crackling sound above you. You look up and see the ceiling slowly begin to collapse. Instinctively you jump away from the door, barely avoiding a pair of support beams.

You managed to dodge the flaming logs, but the burning pieces of the structure are now blocking your means of escape. There is only one way to escape out of the burning building, and you have to do it now least the rest of the ceiling collapses on top of you.

You run for the front entrance, avoiding the stacks of fire rising around you. The large barn doors are slightly ajar and you're able to stumble out of the crumbling bar.

You fall to the ground on to your hands and knees, coughing violently from having inhaled so much smoke. After your done coughing you slowly lift your head. Your eyes go wide as you realize there is a group of six orc standing around you, each one with a grin. Your mouth drops open and you try to say something, but all that escapes you are a few gasps.

"He he. Looks like we managed to smoke out a pretty fine minx," one of the orcs cackles.

"Mighty fine catch," another adds.

The green skined orcs stand around you, their bodies wrapped in patchy leather armor and their hands armed with crude axes and swords. One of the orcs walks up to you and grabs your arm, lifting you up and dragging you away. "You're comin' with us, pretty lady."

"No! Let me go!" you finally manage to say. You try and hit the orc a few times with your fist, but the creatures thick hide makes your punches seem like nothing more than pats.

"Wait, where you taken' that pretty human?" one of the orcs speaks up. "We should have fun before commander takes her away from us."

"Not a bad idea," the other orcs agree, causing the one that's holding you to stop.

"Fine," the orc that's dragging you says. "I guess it would be a waste to not sample her here and now." You grow pale at the realization of what's about to happen to you.

The orc reaches around your back and tears away the laces holding your blouse and corset on. Your dress instantly falls off your body, leaving your creamy and lightly freckled skin completely exposed to the horny orcs. You try to cover your small breasts with your free arm, but the orc quickly grabs it, moving it and the other over your head. He holds both your wrists with a single hand high above you, making you practically hang by your stretched arms.

"No! Stop you filthy beast!" You kick around, trying to free yourself. The orc ignores you, using his free hand to reach for your bare crotch. You're taking by surprise as his fingers roughly cup your cunt. He uses two fingers to play with your labia and his thumb to massage your clit. It sends jolts up your spine, causing you to gasp. "No... Stop..." You lightly coo as your body begins to melt under the orc's skillful touch. No doubt he has honed his skills from having his way with the many women from the villages he's raided. He curls his fingers in and out of you, causing you to pant in pleasure. He brings his orcish face to yours. He darts his tongue into your open mouth and locks his lips to yours. His rough tongue explores the inside of your mouth, playfully twirling it against your own tongue. Your whole face is flushed. A man has never kissed you this passionately before, never made your whole body ignite like this.

The orc removed his hands from your pussy and went for your breasts, roughly kneading one of them, causing you to moan into his mouth. You feel another set of hands begin to feel you. A new orc hand moves against your pussy, rubbing it up and down, probing slightly at the entrance, and occasionally flicking your clit. Your other breast gets handled roughly, a mouth even occupying one of the nipples. All the most sensitive parts of your body are being touched and teased, causing your head to spin with the heat.

"I think she's ready," the orc fingering your pussy says. At once, all the hands and tongues that were touching you pull away, leaving you sweaty and panting. The orc that was just handling your pussy taps his fingers together, showing strands of your love juices forming between them. "What a slut! Look just how wet she is! She's dying for orc cock."

"Well, let's not make her wait any longer," the orc holding you says. He uses his free hand to undo his lower garments, revealing a massive erection. The orc's cock is as green as the rest of him except for the purplish, smooth mushroom head.

Your eyes go wide as you notice the massive meat pole. The orc plans to impale you on his cock and you know it. There is no way your virgin hole could accommodate such a tool. You have to do something.