More Orcs bully Marcus

Outside the warchief's tent, Marcus stood shivering and naked in the center of a camp of vicious Orcs. There were a few of the creatures he could see, none of them quite as large or terrifying as Shaharza herself, but still enough to leave him frozen in fear. One was bent over a blacksmith's anvil, pounding out a glowing-hot blade with a hammer, the muscles of her arms and shoulders bulging and flexing with each mighty swing. Another pair was striding down between the rows of tents, chatting to each other in rough, amused voices. The nearer of the two had a pale, naked female body slung over her huge shoulder, legs dangling limply down her chest.

As the pair passed, they paused and turned to look at him with toothy grins, golden eyes drifting hungrily down his body. He whimpered softly, wanting nothing more than to scamper back into the warchief's tent and hide, but then Shaharza would be even angrier at him. Instead he just stood there, shivering under those horrible stares.

"That's the warchief's, right?" One of the Orcs grunted, cocking her head to leer down at the terrified young prince.

"Yep." The other grunted, hefting her shoulder with the poor limp girl still laying on top. One of her massive hands was on the woman's back, holding her there. "The pretty male all the warriors were talking about last night. Now I see why." Her golden eyes flickered down to Marcus' naked thighs, searing across his pale flesh like hot brands.

"Fuck, he's cute." The first Orc licked her lips. "Imagine how it feels to stuff your cock between those sweet lips."

"Imagining is all you'll do." The second one snapped. "The warchief will have your balls if you stick your cock in one of her pets. Besides, we've got this one to share, right?" She reached across to smack the girl she was carrying rather hard on the naked butt. The poor woman stirred, making a faint whimpering noise. "She drained your balls well enough last night, didn't she?"

"Yeah I suppose." The leering Orc straightened, looking faintly disappointed. "He's just so small and cute. I'd love to see how he squeals when he gets a nice thick Orc cock shoved up his butt. And then there was the female the warchief got as well, wasn't there? The prettiest pinkskin anyone's ever seen, with the same silver hair but big fat tits as well." She hefted her own large boobs. "Wish I could fuck her too. Suppose you get the best when you're the warchief though." She sighed. "Fuck, we never did decide who was gonna breed our one first, did we?"

"How about a round of knucklebones to make the choice for us?" The other monster suggested. "She can suck us off again while we play, then the winner can take her to the shaman later for a branding and knock her up there and then."

"Sounds good." The first Orc nodded. "You know I always beat you though, right?" She reached over and smacked her partner playfully on the shoulder. "Our pet's gonna be carrying a nice strong litter of my young first. Your runty ones can wait until later."

"We'll see." The second one chuckled. Then they turned and strode away, leaving Marcus trembling like a leaf. With their backs to him, the young prince saw the poor girl they'd talked about so crudely. He recognized her as one of the Castle's maids, just barely. Lying limply over the Orc's shoulder, her face was covered in a thick layer of drying cum and drool, her mouth hanging open and one of her eyes gummed shut. Even her short black hair was covered in the stuff, like the pair had purposefully sprayed her down with as much of their semen as possible.

Marcus gasped in horror. He tore his gaze away from the awful sight, feeling sick to his stomach from more than just the cum the warchief had dumped down there. There was no way he could stay out here with these monsters, with only the dubious protection of being the warchief's personal property. How long would it be before one of them ignored that and just decided to **** him anyway?! He glanced frantically over the rows of tents. Just a bit further down there was the one Shaharza had mentioned, the canvas walls covered in red markings.

He'd have to walk out into the camp to reach it, far too close to a few more Orcs he could see, but what choice did he have? He couldn't just stand here waiting to be ****, and the thought of shrinking back into the warchief's tent terrified him. Shaharza would do something awful to him for sure if he disobeyed her, and she'd likely punish his Mother too!

Swallowing hard, Marcus mustered what little courage he could and took a trembling step forward towards the tent.