Struggle against your orcish captors

You try to struggle against the orc that holds you but his grip is firm. Noticing your renewed vigor, the orcs exchange more words in orcish. You pay them no mind as you continue to trash about, each movement fatiguing you further. You throw some weak punches but the orc simply drops you to your feet and holds your arms still. He reaches to his waist and produces a rope which he binds your wrists with.

The other two orcs sheathe their axes and fish through their hide trousers. Each produce at semi-erect green cock nearly the size of your forearm. Too exhausted to fight and well aware of what awaits you, your body goes limp.