(Bad End): She is the new orc camp’s toy

The orc camp was only a few hours away, in the opposite direction of town. Christina spent the trip tied and gagged, slung over one of the orc’s shoulders. There was laughter and jeering as Christina was thrown in front of the orc chieftain, a giant even among orcs. He was covered in pelts, with the skin of a giant bear wrapped around his neck, but Christina could tell that he was massive underneath. “We brought you a gift, boss,” one of the orcs grunted. “Some wannabe warrior who seemed to be sneaking into the Mistress’ place. She practically begged to be caught and made an orc ****.” The rest of the camp howled at that joke.

Christina wiggled and flipped onto her back, trying to at least see the camp around her. She was still naked but bound, her arms and legs pinned to her sides. Some rope was harnessed directly under and above her chest, making an undercarriage that made her average-sized tits stick out a bit more. The orcs had made a make-shift bit gag out of rope and a piece of wood, a gag that made the warrior’s jaw hurt. Her face was red with embarrassment as she was very much aware at how exposed she was to a crowd of horny monsters. Her stomach was in knots, making her sick as her mind races with thought of what horrible stuff was in store for her.

The chief leaned over and grabbed the girl by her hair, roughly lifting her up. Christina grunted in pain as she struggled and wiggled to get to her knees. She was face to face with the orc now, staring into his cruel, yellow eyes. They gazed at each other in embarrassment in silence for a moment before Christina started to yell. Her words were inaudible but the tone of her cursing was obvious to the orc. He laughed as he reached over and pinched her nipple. A hard tug caused the red headed captive to yelp in pain but it did immediately silence her.

“A good catch,” he said to one of Christina’s captors. “She’ll make a fine toy.” This elicited more cheers from the camp as Christina gulped. Turning back to the heroine, he started to explain her fate. “You are going to be this camps little bitch. Our orc fucktoy. Your holes, all of your holes, will be free reign for our men.” He twisted her head to the side, letting her look at the wooden stocks that were a few feet away. “That’ll be you home for now on, to be used day and night. And, when I finally tire of you, we’ll sell you for cheap to some orc breeding pen.”

And that is exactly what happened to our heroine. She spent weeks locked in those stocks, all of her holes being fucked over and over. She was defiant for a moment but her spirit was quickly broken. After weeks she hung there, exhausted, dirty and covered in dry cum. All she had to eat was orc cum, something that they made her beg for in the end. She was essentially numb by the time she was sold off, a dazed husk doomed to breed orc babies for the rest of her life. She never even made it inside the castle in the end, leaving behind a legacy of an inept warrior who was doomed to be just an orc toy.