The Orc is satisfied, but Mother and Son aren't safe yet

"Fuck, that was a good nut." The Orc drawled from her throne of cushions. At the sound of her awful voice, Marcus shuddered and buried his face deeper in his Mother's soft chest. The Queen's hands held him even tighter, pulling his trembling body against her own. "That sweet throat of yours milked my balls dry, boy. Don't think I could get it up again even if I tried."

"You monster." The Queen spat, her hoarse voice trembling with rage. "He's just a boy! How can you do this to him?"

"Why wouldn't I?" The warchief grunted. "He's soft and weak and pretty. You humans were made by the Spirits for serving us, for bearing our young and taking our cocks. That's what the shamans say anyway. The way his throat strangled my shaft, I think I agree with them."

"Barbarians." The Queen shuddered against her son.

"Don't get jealous now, pretty cow." The Orc sneered above them. "I'll have plenty more for both of you tomorrow. Maybe you can share my cock, or one of you can suck my balls while the other takes my shaft. I've got so many fun plans for the pair of you." She yanked the chains fastened to their collars, dragging both of them closer to her. Marcus whimpered at the painful tugging round his throat. He didn't even want to look at the awful monster and kept his face buried in his Mother's chest. "Sounds like my warriors are enjoying themselves outside with the spoils we took today." The warchief continued, nodding at the exit to the tent. There were shouts and chanting drifting in from there, along with a few shrill screams that had to come from the other prisoners. The thought of what this horde of monsters might be doing to the servants and retainers he'd lived with all his life made Marcus shudder. "Think I'll join them for a spell, but the two of you are staying right here. Don't want some young, cocky shit seeing my pretty new slaves and getting stupid ideas about where she wants to stick her dick."

She pulled their chains even tighter, yanking Marcus and his Mother against one massive, muscled leg. The young prince gasped as the musky smell of her skin filled his nostrils again, just like when she'd had her cock shoved down his throat. It made him flush scarlet, tingling warmth flooding the skin of his cheeks. He watched, shivering in terror, as she tied the pair of chains tightly to a wooden stake driven into the ground next to her pile of cushions. Using brute strength, the warchief folded the links over each other into a tightly wound knot that looked impossible for anyone not built like her to break. She'd left them a little slack, but nowhere near enough to reach the pile of weapons lying in the corner. They were trapped here.

Without another word, the monster rose to her feet and grabbed her loincloth, tying it neatly over her massive hips to hide her huge, drooping cock again. Then she padded away, striding out the door and leaving Marcus and his Mother lying sprawled out on the cushions, tightly bound by their collars with no way to escape. The Queen still held her son tightly, but with the Orc gone she seemed to lose all strength, like only her need to not show any weakness to that monster had kept her from giving up.

She slumped forward, tears dripping down her smooth, pale cheeks. Buried against her soft boobs, the young prince felt her shudder and sob hoarsely. She sounded so lost and broken. Marcus wanted to comfort her, and he tried his best, clinging to her waist with his little, shivering hands. Only, there was nothing he could do. No matter how tightly he hugged her, they'd still be chained to that pole, left here to wait until the monster who'd **** them both returned. He hadn't been able to save her then, and he was just as useless now.

The Queen cried for what felt like a long time, each anguished sob feeling like another knife in Marcus' chest. He couldn't even speak, his throat rubbed raw by what the Orc had done to him and his cheeks aching. He'd never felt more pathetic in his life. At last though, his Mother straightened, holding him with one hand, while the other wiped away the last of her tears. Her face was still smeared with sticky drool and cum, but she sat a little straighter, her lips trembling. The young prince stirred against his Mother, working his aching jaw. He needed to talk to her, he needed to hear her whispering comforting words in his ear like she always did when he was scared.

"Mother, what are we going to do?" He asked anxiously, his voice a hoarse little whimper.

"I don't know, Marcus." The Queen whispered, rocking him gently in her arms. "I don't know." Marcus paused, more than a little lost at her reply. If she didn't know what to do...then where did that leave him?

"Where's Father?" The young prince stammered.

"He...was away from the castle when they attacked." His Mother explained. "No-one even saw these monsters coming, so he was still surveying the Northern villages. Thank the Gods for that or they'd have him too."

"Then...he'll get an army and come save us, right?" Marcus gasped, feeling a flicker of hope for the first time since this nightmare had begun. "The other nobles won't stand for this! They'll come help us, won't they?" His Father was brave and strong and there was Uncle Gaius too, a famous general who'd fought in many battles. They'd bring a whole host of knights and ride these monsters down, right?

"I...hope so." The Queen glanced away, her eyes wide and anxious. She didn't sound sure of that at all.

"Mother...?" Marcus whimpered, wriggling up a little to stare at her face. "Why wouldn't he?"

"I saw them...coming over the walls of the castle, Marcus." His Mother whispered, her voice trembling in terror at the memory. "Climbing the stone with their bare hands. She was leading them, carrying this massive iron axe no man could have even lifted. They hit us like a tidal wave, utterly unstoppable. Our soldiers didn't even last five minutes. Any who stood and fought were ripped to shreds, and the rest just surrendered or fled. Even if Castor finds an army to fight them, I'm not sure it will make any difference."

Marcus froze, scarcely able to believe what he was hearing. This was his Mother, the Queen of a Kingdom. She'd always been so sure of herself, always protected him from any danger, but now she seemed to be giving up. He bit his lip, his throat suddenly tight as his eyes welled up with fresh tears. They were slaves of this monster and she didn't see a way out and nor did he. What were they supposed to do now?