The former Queen earns the warchief's displeasure

Marcus shivered uncertainly in a pile of cushions, his wide eyes fixed on the tense, snarling figure of his huge, orc master, the hilt of that long blade still held in her massive hand. Even naked, her still-hard cock jutting out from between her massive tree-trunk thighs, Shaharza looked every inch the intimidating warrior. Despite his growing nervousness, the young slaveboy couldn't help but admire the warchief's bulging muscles, his limp gaze drifting over her massive, rippling shoulders. His empty butthole, still dribbling cum, ached and throbbed with needy desire. He hoped whoever it was she'd noticed outside got scared off quick so she'd go back to shoving her cock inside him again!

"Ah, the cow is it?" Shaharza grunted at last, letting the sword drop from her hands with a sneer. "Stop skulking around and get those fat tits here in here where I can see them!" She snarled loudly, her golden eyes flashing. There was silence for a few moments, then the curtain to the tent slid up and the Queen shuffled slowly inside, her head bowed and one hand hidden behind her back. Marcus gasped at the sight of his Mother looking so disheveled. Her hair was matted and dirty, with clumps of something white and sticky clinging to a few strands. More cum stained her lips and chin, but there was what seemed to be dark brown gravy or sauce spattered on her her arms and belly as well. There was a large red handprint glowing across one of her quivering boobs, all the more noticeable against her pale skin. The young slaveboy shivered at the sight, remembering how she'd been left in the hands of that fat Orc cook. Clearly she hadn't been treated as well as he'd been, and Marcus felt a sharp pang of guilt for spending the whole day enjoying himself sucking Shaharza's cock while his poor Mother was being abused. He tried to wriggle up on the cushions so he could run over and hug her, but his legs were still trembling too much. "Had a rough time of it in the kitchens, did you?" Shaharza chuckled darkly. "Why am I not surprised?"

"You...vile monster." The Queen murmured hoarsely. She raised her head, fixing the warchief with a cold glare that simmered with royal authority despite her nakedness. Marcus froze at the sight, his belly fluttering anxiously. What was his Mother doing? That wasn't how they were supposed to act towards their master! "How dare you...to my son...and to me." Shaharza just smirked back, baring gleaming fangs.

With a strangled gasp, the Queen leapt forward suddenly. Her hand slipped out from behind her back, a small kitchen knife held tight in one fist. She threw herself at the massive Orc, bringing the weapon down in a wild arc towards Shaharza's bare chest. The warchief didn't even flinch. With a contemptuous snort, she swung a hand, landing a vicious slap across the Queen's face. The knife spun away, and Marcus watched in horror as his Mother stumbled and nearly fell, but in an instant the massive Orc had grabbed her by the wrist and yanked her up, pulling her onto her tiptoes. The Queen gasped in pain, hanging helplessly in front of the huge, snarling warchief, her naked body bared from her dangling legs to her large, quivering boobs.

"Mother!" Marcus stumbled to his feet on trembling legs, his heart in his throat.

"Stay where you are!" Shaharza snapped viciously, the savage glare she tossed his way freezing the young slaveboy in his tracks. "I wondered when you'd try something like this, you dumb fucking cow." The warchief sneered, glaring down at the whimpering queen. "You did promise you'd kill me if I laid a hand on your son, and I've done rather more than that." She laughed again, cold and cruel. Watching helplessly, Marcus shivered with fear. She'd been...quite kind to him today, but now the Orc was behaving more like some vicious, cruel monster. He wanted to help his Mother, to run forward and say something, but his body just wouldn't move!

"You bitch!" The Queen spat, kicking out with one bare leg. Her foot thumped into Shaharza's belly, but the Orc didn't even seem to feel the blow.

"Had to admit, I figured you were pretty broken in after the hard dicking I gave you last night." The warchief continued, amusement in her voice. "Guess you're tougher than I thought. Slipped that knife from the kitchens did you? That's almost smart, but a titchy little blade like that isn't going to scratch me. Now, do you remember what I said I'd do to you when you tried something like this?" The Queen froze, her blue eyes wide with panic as she dangled naked and helpless in front of the massive orc. "Answer me, breeding slut, or I'll make sure your precious calf gets the same punishment you do." Shaharza snapped viciously.

"You said..." The Queen stammered, her voice trembling. "You said...you'd **** me."

"That I did." The warchief rumbled, her golden eyes drifting down the naked, dangling body of the Queen. "I said I'd fuck you hard until you can't live without my cock, and I meant it. Think it's time I try out that ass of yours, see if it's tighter than your cunt. Let's find out if you're still able to lift that pathetic little knife once I'm through with you." With a low growl, she turned, easily carrying the struggling Queen with one hand as she strode back to the cushions. With a flick of her wrist, she tossed the naked woman on the floor. The Queen landed on her belly with a strangled squeal, her bare legs flailing helplessly behind her.

"Mother!" Marcus darted over, his trembling body finally listening to him. He hurriedly knelt on the cushions beside her, shivering and gasping. His head was spinning, the ache of arousal in his belly still lingering even as cold panic flooded in to replace it. How had everything gone so wrong so suddenly?

"Oh Marcus, baby, I'm sorry...I'm so so sorry." The Queen turned her head to look at him, tears dribbling down her cheeks. Lying on her belly, he could see her butt was red and sore as well, like someone had slapped her there many, many times. The young slaveboy gasped at the sharp stab of pain in his heart at seeing his poor Mother so distressed. Of course she was upset! While he'd been enjoying himself with their master's cock she'd been treated terribly! He flinched as Shaharza loomed over the pair of them, her massive shaft bobbing in the air just near his head. The Orc was glaring down at them with a cold snarl on her face, her huge muscled body towering over him as he lay helpless at her feet.

"Please, master!" Marcus yelped, throwing himself over his mother's naked body before he could even think. He lay over her back, grabbing at her soft waist with his fingers. She let out a strangled moan as his weight rested over her, trying to shift him off, but he clung stubbornly on. "Please...don't hurt her!"

"Get off her, you little shit." Shaharza snapped, leaning over and reaching for him with a massive, muscled arm he knew could lift him without even a hint of effort. "Dumb bitch tried to kill me. She's lucky I'm just going to fuck her instead of sticking her head on a pole."

"Please!" The young slaveboy sobbed, tears filling his eyes. The warchief paused, her massive hand hanging in the air above his head, fingers spread. Another hoarse sniffle caught painfully in Marcus' throat, his frightened gaze darting from the Orc's scarred face, over her muscled waist and down to the thick cock sticking out from between her legs, huge balls dangling down below. He trembled like a leaf as a hint of that musky scent swept over him, the ache of desire it stirred in him almost painful. Only...he couldn't focus on that now! "Master, you don't have to..." He whimpered, clinging to his naked Mother. She felt so soft and warm underneath him, but her fearful shivering made his heart ache in his chest. "Please, don't hurt my Mother anymore."