"I'm fine, I guess"

"I'm fine, I guess," you respond, looking down at your still-sore crotch and the fluids leaking out.

"Well that's good, hun, I'm glad to see you still have your wits about you," she replies. "I'm Joan by the way, and this is Clara." She motions to the pregnant woman between you. All Clara does is weakly smile and nod towards you. "You'll have to forgive her, this is her first," Joan adds, placing a hand on the pregnant woman's belly. You return her comment with a confused look. "Oh, you don't know how things work around here, do you?" Joan asks.

"No, the orcs just found me in the forest today and fucked me, then..." your voice trails off as you remember Dular taking your virginity. Your emotions about the whole ordeal are mixed, but you do have to admit, when he made you cum, it felt good.

"Well, you, and everyone else here who's not an orc," Joan picks up where you left off, perhaps a bit too nonchalantly.

"Everyone? Why..." you gasp, looking out over the rest of the camp and all the women there, subservient to the orcs.

"They need us," Joan informs you. "Orcs are all male, and they need to reproduce with women of other races. And oh boy do they reproduce." You see a hint of a smile on Joan's face with that last sentence.

Joan's strange phrasing from earlier finally makes sense. "So you're saying I'm here to-"

"Birth Dular lots of orc babies," Joan interrupts, making sure you know exactly what will be expected of you. Clara gets visibly nervous at this statement, clearly less comfortable then Joan about her situation. You put a hand on your stomach, wondering to yourself how big it will soon grow to.

Your contemplation is cut short, however, by Dular coming back out of the tent. "Come inside, new girl," he says gruffly before disappearing again inside the tent.