The orc camp

They do not travel much farther before entering their encampment. It is a loose mass of large tents, guarded on all sides with rough, quickly thrown-together wooden palisades and huge, stern-looking orc guards. You see from behind them many other orcs eyeing you lustfully, jealous of Dular that he's already claimed you. Dular seems to revel in it, boasting to every orc that will listen about how good of a fuck you are and how much cum he dumped into you.

You expected that, though. What you did not expect was how many young women of other races are present. Many are human, but nearly every race you can think of is represented at least once. They all sit on ornate woven rugs in front of the large tents, in small groups you assume are indicative of which orc they belong to. Nearly all of them are very visibly pregnant, suckling a baby orc to their swollen breast, or both, but they are all completely nude. Those that even bother to look up at you have a forlorn, defeated look in their eyes, though they don't seem to be visibly restrained in any way. No doubt the orcish pregnancy **** upon them has softened their bodies even more than they would have had naturally. Even if they could somehow make it past the guards on the perimeter of the encampment, they would very quickly get chased down by many strong and fast orcs and subsequently punished for their attempt.

You also see many younger orc boys playing with each other while their mothers watch. The older boys fill a quadrant of the camp, performing some form of combat training supervised by several adults. It is near the edge of this training area that Zig says goodbye to his friend, giving you a final firm slap on the ass before heading elsewhere in the camp. Dular, however, stops in front of a nearby tent and bends over to place you gingerly on the large rug out front. He only gives you a gruff, "Stay here," before disappearing into the tent.

Finally able to get a good look around, you see several young orcs playing in the dirt in front of the tent, and seated next to you are two human women. The one next to you is about your age, maybe slightly younger, and very pregnant, while the other is slightly older, by your estimations in her late twenties, and has a baby orc latched onto her left nipple. The younger one barely acknowledges you, but the older one gives you a smile and politely asks, "You doing OK, hun?"