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I awoke the the sound of jingling chains. I looked around to see that I was hanging by my wrists with my feet barely able to touch the floor of the wagon. I felt like every inch of my body was beaten and bruised. I looked around to see dozens of green-skinned men and women hanging or sitting in chains. All of them with a glowing collar that seemed to float around their necks. Some of the captives were crying. I could see mothers trying to soothe and comfort their nubile sons and daughters, many of whom were showing the signs that they had already suffered **** from their captors. "It will be alright." An orc woman cooed to her daughters.
"Don't lie to them bitch. You know what the humans do to people like us." One of the orcs barked at the woman before turning his gaze on the pair of young nubile orc girls. "They are going to make us work in their fields and in their mines until we can't work anymore. That is, when they ain't fucking you. Because you know that the only thing a human loves fucking more than an orc's mouth is an orc's pussy."
"That and an orc's asshole." Said a one eyed nob with skin as dark green as an olive. "Sad truth is that once they got us branded and bound, that is it. No orc has ever gotten free of the human preacher's bindings." The old orc slumped. "All of us gotta accept that this life is over. We gotta be slaves to the humans from now 'till we return to The Great Green." I heard more whimpers and a few moans echo through the cabin. I heard one orc let out a great growl of anger only for his cry of wrath to become a cry of pain as the human's binding enforced its discipline of the uppity orc.

The wagon came to a stop abruptly. The hatch opened and the light came blazing into the carriage in all its glorious radiance. I felt my skin's chloraderm energize my whole being. After being cooped up in the darkness for hours, feeling the sun's warm rays fill me with power felt amazing. I could not help but grow aroused. My enjoyment of the moment was cut short by the rustling of chains and the sound of a whip crack. "Move it Verdas!" I heard a nasally human shout as the orc women and nubiles were dragged out of the cart.
As my eyes adjusted I got a clear view of the young and effeminate orcs being roughly placed into line by a team of rough and unwashed humans. The slowest orcs, and those who just got on the bad side of their human overseers, were put in line by the liberal application of pain sticks and shock whips. Once the smaller orcs were lined up, the human came and unshackled the alphas and the lone Ultima Orc among the lot, me.
"Arthor's sack you are a big fella." The human who unshackled me said. "Old Lady Barnett is going to have a field day with you. I almost feel jealous of yar verda ass. Your mistress is gonna breed you with everything on two legs. And a few on four as well I bet." The man said with a chuckle before he stabbed me in the chest with his enchanted truncheon. What I felt in that moment was a form of pure pain one can only achieve by having a bunch of sadistic sorcerer-engineers working on the challenge of maximizing suffering for surface area. I was unbound and towered over the tiny pale humanoid. It would be so easy to kill the runty little speck of vermin. But as much as I desired to feel the humans bones crack in my hands as I tear the pathetic sack of meat limb from limb, my body refused to do what I wanted. Instead my arms and legs listened to the enchantment which whispered in the back of my mind that I was a ****, that the humans had subdued me and that by the Law and Covenants of the God Above and Below, I was to serve, obey, and please my lawful owner and masters in accordance to The Cosmic **** Codes. So when the human told shouted "Move it, Verda!" with spit spraying my face, all I could do was march out into the sunlight of a new life of bondage in a new world as a ****.