Without mercy

They threw themselves at the feet of the orcs, who took the opportunity to whip them, knowing what they wanted and calling for other orcs to take advantage of the situation. Phoebe's body convulsed as the first orc grabbed her by the hair and **** her to her knees. The sting of his whip slammed into her shoulders, sending fresh waves of agony through her already burning skin.

She gagged as another **** its way into her mouth, its thick, bitter taste flooding her throat as its claws dug into her scalp. Beside her, Sybelle writhed beneath two others, her screams muffled as one pinned her face to the ground, his weight crushing her into the dust while the other rode her mercilessly.

The substances left by the thorns burned like molten lead with every movement, with every brutal thrust; the orcs, with their thick leathery skin, were unaffected by the stinging substances.

Phoebe felt a rough hand spread her thighs as an orc positioned himself behind her, his member already brutalizing the entrance to her swollen sex. She tried to arch her back, but a residual tendril contracted in her stomach, tearing a hoarse moan from her. She felt the scaly tip of the orc's member tear at her already bruised entrance, each inch gained rekindling the burns of the poisonous thorns still lodged in her flesh. Her mouth opened with a hoarse cry, muffled by the prick obstructing it, her saliva mixed with tears running down the monstrous member.

• You want the urine of orc masters, you be kind, very kind, ****.

Phoebe begged like never before, but the brutes wanted to **** her and leave her in the throes of the stinging substances for a long time before considering whether or not to give them the first remedy before the drow sperm.

They took her in chains after she begged them to relieve her torment, but they had no intention of doing so. For once, a human was degrading herself like this without them having to **** it. They were jubilant; they came so hard inside her that she oozed their sperm.

The master made a sign.

In a defiant gesture, they spat on Phoebe and Sybelle, mixing their humiliation with the lingering burning sensations. When finally, the first orc entered her and began to urinate, followed by the others who flooded her. The hot, acrid liquid spurted inside her, cruelly filling every fold already inflamed by the stinging substances. Phoebe screamed, her body spasming as the urine ate away at her sensitive flesh like acid.

The hot, acrid liquid gushed inside her, cruelly filling every fold already inflamed by the stinging substances. Phoebe screamed, her body spasming as the urine finally smothered the stinging substances, but didn't relieve their burning.

Phoebe's throat tightened around the orca's shaft as the burning flood sank deeper, her swollen flesh contracting in helpless reflex. The smell of urine and bitter venom choked her nostrils, while Sybelle's broken moans echoed beside her. Another orca had **** her onto all fours, his claws scraping her spine as he thrust into her with steady, irregular strokes.

Now they were spitting out the nauseating substance that was completely permeating them, every pore of their skin was literally oozing while undergoing the assaults of the orcs who seemed ever more excited by the degradation they were undergoing, they were literally passing from hand to hand without ever having the impression that it would stop.