An Orc Clan Chief

You walk through the inescapable darkness, knowing you have no direction but forward. You've been here before, at least in spirit. Your family had been farming on the frontier of the kingdom. Your parents were a quarrelsome lot, your drunkard father especially so. There had been a series of bad harvests; enough to keep you and your family fed, but never enough to escape the increasing debt. The harder everyone worked, the worse it seemed to get, with everyone becoming increasingly bitter and resentful of everyone else. There was talk of war on the horizon, and that there would be little protection from the King so far out. Winter was approaching, and all appearances, it would be a hard one that would bring it's share of disease and **** with it. There was no way out of this utter despair. **** seemed preferable to the life you were living, and so **** you invited, but it was not **** you received.

Leaving what few meager possessions you had at home, even your clothing, you left in the middle of the night, heading for the direction of Whispering Crag mountains, where a band of orcs resided. Seeing a young, naked human, they would either kill you on sight, or have their way with you, and than kill you; you had cared little what outcome came before you. It was not long before you reached what you sought; an orc patrol spotted you and captured you immediately, without a moments resistance. They brought you to their camp. Their life was even harder and brutal than your own, but they seemed to revel in it. Although you didn't understand their language, you understood the body language clearly enough. There was a brutal fight between the men as to who would claim you. Having born witness to the carnage, you were taken into a tent immediately and fucked within an inch of your life.

Dwelling on these memories leads you to lose track of how long you had been walking, and it seems like you're not even walking on ground anymore, but walking through the air. All sense of reality escapes you, until you gently wakeup. You find yourself in a tent much the same as the tent you found yourself in that first night, and with the same Orc. He is now the chief of his clan, and you are his willing human ****. You have found solace in servitude. You are always fed, always protected, and never talked down to except in the moments of intercourse. You have lost complete track of time in captivity, but you have adjusted well to your voluntary bondage. The frequent sunburns gave way over time to a golden tan, covering every inch of your body, not having worn clothes since the day you left your family. Your holes have stretched themselves to be able to handle the enormity of the challenges they face. The Chief even saw fit to teach you their language, such that it is. You sleep in his bed nearly all nights, and you awoke before him. You feel his morning erection in your hand, and you still quiver at how large it feels. The chief awakens as you stroke him. Growing to it's full size, you gently begin to suck on the head, teasing him awake. His eyes slowly open to see you at work, and you moan in response. You were quickly surprised to find his hand around the back of your skull, not encouraging you further down, but pushing you away from him completely! He had never done that before!

"What's wrong master?" You ask, plaintively.

"Not today, Pet. There is work to be done..." The Chief immediately gets on his feet and leaves the tent. You gingerly trail behind, looking through the flap of the tent to see what could be so important...