They took you to Lady Datura

They had made their decision with little more than a raised brow and chuckle leaving you in the dark. Tying another rope to the link around your neck tugging you forward. Olynne leading the way and his companion trailing behind staring at you still astonished that you were a male Orc! It was a common reaction even other Orc's stared, human prisoners the clan took in were no different... but they never got to pillage your body.

These Drow on the other hand may just get that treat knowing what to expect with these Dark Elves. They weren't of the clan where the strongest own what they take... and they took a lot... meaning you were passed around far too often for your liking.

The Dark Elves had set up camp taking over your Clan's old fortress burning the grog and clearing out all signs that Orc's had lived here... meaning that they were likely taking you to the only defensible building in the camp. The Drow soldiers were more professional but that didn't keep them from leering at you from under their helmets subtle approving whistles and whispers as your bare feet padded through the sandy earth of camp.

The Long house was the center of the Camp so whomever was in charge sat behind that door. Olynne pressing the large wooden barrier wide and in you stepped onto the cool stone floor... gone were the trophies and skulls that hung on the walls. The furs and hides that hung like tapestries now laid upon the floor as rugs dire-bears, warthogs and wargs, even a werewolf.

The Mammoth skull throne remained but the being that sat on it was not the hulking Urga that you remember but strikingly beautiful but fierce looking Drow woman. This was Lady Datura dressed rather provocative... it seemed that Dark elves hardly ever wore conservative clothing... Even those in armor exposed skin freely in places that drew the eye Olynnes bare back and chest. You heard rumors that Dark elves armor was enchanted their exposed flesh guarded by wards as strong as steel plate and that they favoured avoid the attack all together as opposed to using shields and armour.

BUT back to the point in question... it didn't seem Lady Datura was concerned with warfare at all... perhaps she was a mage! You were at the back of a long line to see her; many soldier and aids discussing strategy with the woman.

Her eyes turned upwards from them to you the icy stare chilling you to the bone. She smiled at you and the room went quiet as everyone stopped to stare at the naked half-orc boy bound and helpless before their wanting eyes. "Spoils of war gentlemen, a rare gem to find among Orc filth." The closest thing to a compliment you've heard in quite some time.

Her generals burst into laughter as you squeeze your knees together nervously. Embarrassment was something you never really get used to. "Bring him here," she orders Olynne whom does just that, sharp tug on your leash and you're dragged before her she puts a hand to you cheek "Soft... rare indeed... I'm going to enjoy your body... Doe."

The generals look to her "Is that its name Milady?"

"It is now." Her hand drifts down your chest, your body naturally toned though more in tune with a feminine frame fingers finding your hairless form a delight to explore caressing your cock, the lightest touch making you hard. "Men you have your orders, I have business to attend to... Olynne sort the remainder of the prisoners."

They all dispersed your rope leash handed to Lady Datura's firm grip.

What does she do next?

She could enjoy your services here and now!

Or she could take you to her home nation via portal, a castle filled with slaves and devices of torment and training.

Lastly there is a Dark Elf banquet in celebration of Obliterating your Clan! You would be the entertainment for the evening.

(all comments are welcome and help steer the story)