Wake up to a dark room

You slowly awake to a dark room. Discomfort is instantly felt by you as you realize you're trapped in an awkward position, unable to move. As your senses return to you, you realize your wrists and neck are trapped in a pillory. The pillory is low to the ground, enough to where your knees are resting on the floor and your ass high and exposed.

You feel a cold breeze brush against your rump, making you also realize that you're naked. Memory quickly sets in, and you remember how you had rutted with the orcs in wanton passion. The potion they had given you had made you do things that you wish you hadn't. But even though time has passed, you still feel a lingering effect of the potion. You aren't quite as aroused as you had been when you took the potion, but a slight craving to experience the pleasures of sex once more sits on your mind. You wiggle your rear a bit in your mild fantasy, but also wonder what will happen to you.

You try and look around to see where you are, you can see shapes around you, but you're not sure what they are. You can hear breathes and moans, letting you know that you're not alone.

A sudden rush of light fills the room as a drape is moved aside. Your eyes adjust and you notice that there are at least two dozen women in the room, all held in by wooden pillories. Their bodies are naked and their asses raised revealingly. You recognize all of them as women from your village.

You look to the open drape, a makeshift door to a large tent. Outside of it stands an orc who's looking at the women. After a quick inspection, he enter the tent followed by a group of more orcs. You fear the worst, but the lingering effects of the potion make you also feel a bit excited.

"Brothers," the orc leading the group begins to commands. "These are the prizes of our hard work. Each and every one of these human women are yours to use for your pleasure." The orc walks up to one of the women and runs his green, rough fingers across her rump, making her squeal. "I expect you to use them often, for they are to be bred. They are our breeding stock so that we may birth a new generation of powerful orcs. Only the most powerful of warriors will have their seed planted. You are now free to enjoy these wonderful prizes. Waste no time!" As the orc leader finishes, the group of orcs cheer and holler in excitement.

You can see that the orcs are quickly undoing their trousers and loincloths, eager to relieve themselves after a fresh day of pillaging. Each one looks around the room, looking for the perfect mate to start with. They disperse and walk toward their chosen woman.

You feel a hand rub your butt, knowing you've been chosen by one of them. "Hello, my pretty," he says. You can't look behind yourself in order to see him, and you can only imagine what he looks like. "Nice. Very nice, indeed," the orc says while caressing you your pale cheeks. He spreads them, letting him take a good look at your sex. Your face turns red from the attention, but you're also unintentionally becoming even more aroused.

You feel the orc's fingers knead your bottom, feeling the curves and soft flesh. His fingers trail down, caressing your full hips. They work their way around until finally reaching your tight quim. He sinks his fat digits into you, causing your eyes to go wide and your mouth to gasp.

"Wet already? We haven't even begun, my little slut," he mocks you. His fingers have no problem digging into your love tunnel which has become slick thanks to the lingering effects of the potion. He works his fingers in and out, wiggling them inside you, causing you to groan and moan. Your pussy begins to squeeze and tug at his fingers, trying to pull them deeper. "Enjoying that are we?"

"Oh heavens, yes," you reply without reservation.

"Well, I've got something that feels even better." He lets go of you and pulls his fingers out, causing you to groan in disappointment. But before long, you feel a stiff and hot shaft meet your entrance. You know full well what it is, and you moan in anticipation as the orc teasingly rubs the head against your labia. "This should calm a bitch in heat like you real good. Wouldn't you agree?"

You only moan back submissively.

"Raise that ass in the air some more," the orc says while tugging at your hips. You oblige, lifting your hindquarters higher in order to present yourself to him. "Good! Just like an obedient bitch, indeed." He takes his fat prick and slaps it across your labia some more, further teasing you. You can't stand much more of this. You need to be fucked so bad that you can't think of anything else. "Beg for it," the orc says with sharp words.