You are taken riding.

The warchief's cock is clean and shining with your spittle. Satisfied, he tucks his cock back into his breeches and turns to his two bodyguards.

"I have made a fine purchase here today, my brothers. Now we shall return to camp."

Tsurvurash trides off towards the door and the sharp tug exerted by the collar on your neck suggests you had best follow along after him. The two slaves meekly follow the chief. The human girl seems in slightly higher spirits than the elvish one whose face looks drawn and sad. Though the goblins and the minotaur who remain in the hall watch your departure with inhuman hunger and barely concealed hostility for Tsurvurash you hear the sounds of more slaves being drawn onto the stage to distract them. It seems you're not the first pretty girl the harpies have tricked. As you leave the hall your nakedness feels even more pronounced as the cool air of a blustery day caresses your flesh. Even your two enslaved companions are wearing scant garments. Since you doubt the orcs would make any effort to provide clothing for female slaves, you think perhaps they were allowed to keep the garments they were captured or sold in. You were sold naked. Was the striptease such a good idea?

You see a group of about ten mounted orcs, clad in rough looking leather armour. All them them give you approving looks as the chief leads you to them.

"Back so soon warchief?" one of them queries.

"Yes, Trogdar. This purchase was expensive, but I think you'll come to agree it was well worth it. The girl gave a striptease on stage lustier than any dancing girl I've seen, pleaded to serve me as gracefully as a queen and her mouth took to my cock like a fish does to water. This girl will prove a fine example to our soft-skinned slaves at camp about properly accepting their station."

The men all seem to nod in assent of your Master's glowing assessment of you while your cheeks flush in embarrasment at such degrading praise.

"Now come men, we shall ride back to camp." Tsurvurash says loudly as he reaches down to undo the chains from his belt leashing his slaves to him. Your heart feels a flutter of hope. Perhaps you might have a chance to escape after all.

"Master, forgive my ignorance, but do you mean that I am to be allowed a mount?"

The entire company of orcs roar with laughter as does Tsurvurash who gives your fleshy ass an admonishing slap. You squeal at the impact feeling that the mighty warchief does not know his own strength.

"Of course not, foolish girl. Still, you shall do plenty of mounting on our journey nonetheless. A good chief shares the spoils with his men after all."

Before you can consider the meaning of what Tsurvurash has said, he hoists you up into the arms of one of his nearby warriors, with you letting out a high pitched squeak like a startled mouse. You suddenly find yourself straddling a grinning orcish warrior. Your heavy breasts crush against his broad chest, his leather armour chafing your nipples. You are so close to him, you can feel his hot, foul breath searing your bare neck. He looks down seemingly pleased at what he sees, and undoes his breeches letting his cock spring free. Giving you no time to prepare he unceremoniously hoists you up and then down again, impaling your pussy squarely on his thick spear.

You cry out, not with pain, but with surprise at how little pain you feel being penetrated by a large orcish prick for the first time. Mercifully you feel your puffy, wet lips stretching to accomodate this monster inside you. You feel your wetness dripping down onto his shaft. Startled, you can only conclude that your public sucking off of a hated enemy of your people in front of a den of vile monsters made your sex this moist and aroused. That couldn't be though, could it?

"Men, we ride!" you hear Tsurvurash shout and before you know it you are experiencing something most curious. You feel yourself bouncing up and down upon the orcish warrior, hearing loud, slightly wet smacking sounds as you are raised up and then your pussy slams down taking the whole of his green girth each time. Unconsciously your arms and legs wrap around the orc fucking you, as you're very much afraid to fall off. You hear the orc's snicker in your ear, no doubt interpreting this as a sign of your desire for him.

Telling the truth though, the mounted sex you're experiencing is starting to feel pretty good. Something between the increased penetration and unpredictable vibrations caused by the galloping horse underneath, and the thrill of riding along the rock strewn plains with only this strange orc's cock for a saddle is starting to send tremors of pleasure through your body. You see the harpy camp slowly receding into the distance, and you know that with every foot you travel you're getting closer to an orcish encampment full of skilled and horny oricsh warriors, who are just as likely to use you in a variety of ways you never thought possible as they unlikely to offer you opportunity to escape. Still, somehow this doesn't fill you with as much despair as you'd think. It fills you with something else. You simply put this down to your treacherous body which is fast approaching orgasm.

Though you grit your teeth and try to avoid reaching the peak of pleasure, the cock voilently penetrating you takes away any choice you may have had as your body tightens around the orc and you scream out with sexual fulfilment right into his crooked green ear. The warrior's cock seems to pulse with your every breathy shout and he explodes inside you, rapidly filling your feminine canal to the brim with thick orcish cum, which overflows onto your thighs. When he is finally done filling you up and you feel him slip free of your slick channel, you feel your pussy tingle as if the inside of it had been rubbed with hot salve. Frankly the feeling is quite pleasant, but before you can enjoy it too much you see the warrior pulling up aside one of his comrades who promptly grabs you by your slender waist and hoists you onto him. You are stunned at how this company objectifies you, treating you like a casual amusement to pass the time while riding. As you sink down onto another prick though, you have to admit it isn't all bad.

This orc seems more fascinated with your curious large, ripe human breasts as he takes his eyes off the trail ahead to take of your bosoms in his mouth. The orc's mouth is so large it almost seems to fit around your entire left breast. His rough, bumpy tongue moves with more finesse than you might expect as it rapidly slithers over you, saliva dripping down onto your toned belly. This added stimulation drives you wild and you soon find yourself digging your bare heels into his back, mewling with delight. You figure you may as well vocalize how you're feeling, giving the half-hearted rationalization it will further gain the trust of your orcish captors.

"Please, fuck me! Fuck me! Shoot your come deep inside me!"

The orc obliges your impassioned plea quickly as he fires off his load into your depths, and the orgasm it triggers in you ensures your pussy is soon eagerly milking his cock for every fiery drop. Once the orc is satisfied he's completely spent himself in you, you find yourself being handed over to yet another warrior. Where will it end?

As you are hoisted onto yet another throbbing orcish cock, you overhear one of the bodygaurds speaking to Tsurvurash.

"Chief, I think I can see that Elven woman's group far on the horizon. Do you think we should follow them and ambush them; give that snobby woman what she secretly craves?"

You can't see the war-chief from where you are but you can tell the proposition is tempting him.