Something makes him hesitate and he drags you deeper into the dungeon.

Shivering at the Orc’s words, you can’t help but let the many rumors you have heard of their legendary perversity and the terrible things they do to captured women flash through your mind.

“This is it…” you think bitterly to yourself, the prospect of losing your innocence to this abhorrent monster still overpowering the lust caused by the rough dominance he is exerting over you. “...alone, helpless and waiting to be spoiled by a lowly Orc just like that. What did I ever do to deserve this?!”

Still forcing you to look at him, you tremble in fear as the Orc begins to pant heavily, snorting his fetid breath into your face as his lust finally begins to overtake him. He moves the hand that was cupping your chin downwards, positioning it an inch over your right breast and causing you to squeeze your eyes shut in dreadful anticipation of the contact.

But it never comes.

You open your eyes to see the strangest expression on the Orc’s face, a conflicting mix of lust, indecision and… a trace of fear? He is muttering to himself under his breath and you manage to catch a few scattered fragments of what he is saying: “...No, but Chief won’t find out if I don’t use her holes… I was Orc that smashed the ad-venturers, not them… Maybe if I hide hu-man in den, they never know… No! Think, Raz’thork, think!”

It takes another minute for Raz’thork to decide your fate. Still gripping you by your golden mane with one hand, he begins to drag you forcefully towards a dark tunnel that no doubt leads deeper into the dungeon. Though the dungeon’s walls are mostly featureless and gloomy, you pass by several solid metal doors on your miserable journey into the belly of the beast. Behind the first, you hear the indistinct screams and moans of both men and women - probably human in origin as far as you can tell. The clash of metal on metal rings out from behind the second door you pass, while the third door and fourth doors give nothing away with their silence.

Just as you begin to lose track of time, the snaking passage opens into a massive, brightly-lit cavern, filled with a number of surprisingly luxurious fur tents and huts. The area is swarming with half-naked Orcs as far as your eyes can see, a sight that causes you to whimper and reflexively fold your hands across your tits as the ravenous gaze of a hundred green-skinned brutes bore into you.