You are chained inside a pen

You are taken to another gloomy, unkempt building. Wherever you are, you must be in some kind of village or town. The orc carries you, still holding you up by a now aching arm like a lantern. You’re brought through the door into what looks like a stable built to house animals. The large shed is mostly open, with small pens separated by wooden dividers lining one of the walls. But rather than farm animals in each pen, you see women roughly your age, their necks collared and tied to their small stalls.

Some of the women look defeated, their gaze staring blankly at the ground, while others glare and scowl at the passing orc.

“Here we go,” the orc says as he finds an unoccupied pen. He drops you inside and quickly fastens a collar around your neck before you can even hope to break past him. You take a quick glance around your cell, seeing a pair of bowls for water and food and a pile of rags to sleep on.

“Now, Borlo get started with you,” the orc says with a chuckle. He undoes his heavy belt and lets his heavy leather trousers drop to the floor. Your eyes catch his sizable meat already beginning to engorge with blood. The dark green skin of his shaft stretches as his eyes peer at your naked form. He grabs hold of his growing length and begins to stroke it.

Your eyes grow wide alongside his swelling member, seeing the beastly club grow to four times its original size. The inflated, purple head pops free of his foreskin and begins to push out droplets of milky pre-cum.

As soon as his spear is steel hard, he steps in front of you and places his hand on your head.

“Now pretty slut, suck. Don’t think about biting either.”

You twist your head away and tightly clench your jaw. The heavy hand of the orc twists your head back so that your lips touch the moist sponge of his cock head.

“No point fighting. This new life for you,” the orc tries to break your spirit, but you keep your mouth shut despite his words. He moves his fingers and clasps your nose forcing you to open your mouth in a **** gasp for air. Your eyes widen when he takes the opportunity to slip his fat length past your lips. The sour taste of his prick glides across your tongue as you moan in complaint.

“Nice and warm,” he comments as he begins to make light thrusts of his hips. He holds your head tight with both hands as he uses your mouth as a fucktoy, pushing deeper and deeper with each thrusts. You’re barely able to keep up, his girth filling out your jaw and your breath coming short. Tears form in the corner of your eyes as your gullet is violated by the beast. You try and yell out for him to slow down, but the brute’s cock muffles your protests.

You wave your hands around and try to hit him, which thankfully manages to slow him down. He pulls out of your aching jaw and lets you go. You cough as your try and regain your breath, wiping away the spittle that coats your chin.

“You pleasure Borlo yourself or Borlo get rough again, understand?”