Private negotiations

Even you were feeling the twinge of anxiety and fear as you approached close enough to the camp to hear the orcs within. Getting this far was the easy part. The Chief could easily have you all killed, and there'd be no real chance of you surviving this time. The presumed chief stood at the edge of the camp, with a group of soldiers behind him. He, like the rest of them, had an unusual paleish red tone to their skin, nearly that of petrified earth. You wonder what other shades of orc there may be out there. The chief had a long, traingular beard that went nearly to his belly button, some of which had begun to gray. As you approach to the front of the caravan, the only person among this group that communicate with both sides, you spot something far more familiar and wonderful.

His cock.

Your body ached immediately seeing how large it was, even while flacid, imagining the seed filled in his pendulous balls. Being pinned to the ground by his strength and used as he pleased. In the weeks journey from departing the castle til now, you haven't had anyone so much as touch you, and you weren't having much more than that in the weeks since the ball. The curiousity and vanity of you seemed to quickly dissipate; or the noble men's minds were so predisposed to plotting and treachery they simply forgot about you. Either way, you had gotten so deep lost in your thoughts of insatiable desire that it's only through his deep, thunderous voice that you're pulled back into reality.

"I've heard quite the tale in the last few hours" he begins "I've been told of a human woman who gave up her own life to live a **** among Orcs, and lived that life joyfully. That woman was the only survivor when an onslaught of Intransican thugs came to their encampment, and wiped everyone out in an unprovoked act of aggression, and that woman now stands before me to broker a peace between the Empire, and the Orcs that still live and who will not be so easily vanquished, having seen the extent of their evil and cowardice. Am I to understand that you are that woman?"

"I am. My name is Boudicca." You turn to face Caius, the official leader of the journey "This is"

"I do not care about him!" He let out a ferocious roar, switching to the common tongue in a move that surprised everyone "You are the only reason any of your fellow humans still draw breath."

"You speak as the humans do" Caius said in a state of shock.

"I have lived a long time, welp" He said as he slowly took a few steps closer "Many moons ago, a convent came to the camp. They thought that the only reason we lived this was way was because we lacked the knowledge to do anything else. They tried to teach us to act like humans."

"What happened to them?" You ask.

"They quickly saw that their ideas were naïve, born from a world that only exists in books. They settled on teaching us language. In trying to teach us how to be human, they learned the finer details of living as an Orc."

There was mild chuckling from the males behind the chief "They quite enjoyed their time with us" The chuckling grew louder, as did the Chiefs words "They thanked their God several times for the opportunity" open laughter ensued, and you feel warm in the face, imagining exactly what he was talking about. You envision a row of grown women in a line, on their hands and knees, panting as their innocence falls out from under them. You quiver at the thought, and are once again brought back by a loud voice. This time it's Tilso's, the other Noble who was part of the expedition.

"Yes, yes." He replied loudly as he walked up. "We know all too well how Orc culture only exists below the belt. You can spare the story. We are here to bargain the end of hostilities. Our lord sees eradication as the solution, Will you speak to us?"

"No" The Chief said simply, as he points to you. "I will bargain with her, or no one at all. She is the only human I know to be honest. The rest of you may wait here, if you chose. I give you my word as chief, no harm will come to her." You panic inside as you feel all eyes, orc and human alike, fixate on you. All eyes, except the Chief, who has already turned away and walked into the camp. Whatever decision you make, it must be made now. Without a word spoken, you make that decision, hurrying to catch up to the Chief; you hear Caius, Tilso, and others call out to you as you go, but you can't make out one from the other, and you don't have the time to stop and ask them to repeat themselves. In the camp, you see how the clan earned their namesake. They had made structures in a surprisingly complex manner from broken and stacked layers of rocks and stones, with the insides dug into the ground for cooling and dilneate specific spaces. Even the one the Chief went into was small, even compared to the wood and hide homes you're familiar with, but it was impressive nonetheless. You almost miss the Chief motioning for you to sit down as he does the same.

"At least I don't have to offer you a pillow," He says as a humorous rebuke of your companions.

"Yes," You reply with a slight chuckle as you sit down, comfortable on the hard ground "It had taken getting used to at first, but after a while this became normal, and even preferred to beds."

"You are comitted to your story than" He replies "You are either who you say you are Boudicca, or a very gifted liar."

"I'm telling the truth, all of it" You reply "And, unfortunately I don't have a name to call you by."

"Varrum" He replied "Chief is also perfectly fine, though I suppose 'Master' may be more to your liking..." You feel your body quiver inside. Though you don't respond verbally to that, the idea is already running its course through your mind "You say that all of your story is true. Does that include working for them and trying to be their ally for peace."

"Yes" You say quickly, but begin to retract "No. I don't know. I can't stand to see any more orc deaths. I don't care what happens to them in the slightest."

"Do you have no test for ****? No desire to see vindication for the dead?"

"I do, but that's not up to me. I can't fight, I'm not a warrior. I'm just"

"A cumdump" Varrum cut you off with a harsh barb of your real purpose

"A ****, yes" You try a more benign version, even if his is more accurate. Your eyes drift down, as you see his cock start to grow in arousal.

"You are more useful than that. Your own kind doesn't see it either, but than that is how you came to be among Orcs in the first place, isn't it?"

"I guess you could see it that way..."

"There is no other way to see it" He responds with confidence. "Would you prefer to be among the Orcs again?"

"Yes" You respond with no hesitance "They.."

"Do not value you. I know. That is easily seen." He adjusts himself, extending his legs out and spread "If you wish to among the Ragerock, than you must show that you are one of us, and purpose you wish to fulfill"

Without a word, you immediately obey. You undress yourself as fast as possible, throwing the clothes down in dismissal as they leave your body. Naked as you belong, you crawl on your hand and knees to Chief Varrum. Your hand wraps around his cock, stroking slowly to rise it to full erection as you speak softly "My purpose is to serve, Master. I want to be your little human fuck toy."

"Good girl" He answers "You have pretty words, but words alone don't make you an orc." In a blur, you feel him grab you by the hair and shove you down on his cock. The sensation is both startling and immediately refreshing, having him push his strength and authority on you. Feeling your jaw strain around this thick manhood is intoxicating, and you continue to service him even beyond where he forces you to go. He continues to hold a tight grip on a knot of your hair, but he isn't so forceful seeing how willing you are.

"Very good, ****" He says as he reaches underneath you to grope your heavy chest "This is obviously your true calling. Even the Orc women don't show such desire. But there is more I need from you." He releases his grasp on your hair, and you rise up to speak to him.

"Yes Master, anything you desire. I will do anything you ask me to. Use me as you please"

"That's not what I meant. I need you to return with the humans?"

"What? Why" You ask

"That's not your concern right now, ****. You will do as you are told."

"Yes Master..." You reply defeatedly as you return to your work, sucking his cock lovingly and dotefully. Unsure and uncaring as to what he meant, you continue on your way, using everything you know to please your Master. He doesn't have the endurance your Master did, perhaps from age, but he more than made up for that. He came like no other being you've seen or heard of, filling your throat with so much seed you began to gag on it. You could even feel it in your stomach, like you had just had a bowl of soup down your throat in just a few seconds.

As he finishes Varrum gives you simple instructions
"Trust your Master. This will allow us to both get what we want..."