Accept your fate…for now.

A week has passed now and your situation has not changed for the better. You have already taken dozens of orcs in the short amount of time, each one as eager as the last to use your body and hopefully leave you with child. Your labia and thighs are evidence to this, covered in layers of dried cum from sessions gone by.

Even now, a pair of orcs enjoy your female form. You sit on all fours as one takes your pussy from behind while another saviors the feeling of your tongue across his pecker. Your mind is still clouded by whatever potion the orcs are keeping you on, making you just as eager to be taken as you were when you first arrived. However, this evening you are not in a stockade as you have been all week. The orc whose cock is snugly trapped between your sucking lips wanted to sample your mouth without worrying about the low position of the pillory. So now you sit in the middle of the breeding tent being taken by two orcs as the other women around you watch. For the first time, you’re not bound, but unfortunately, you care little in your current state.

You raise your eyes to look at the orc while being spit roasted. What little light is shining into the tent from the torches outside lets you see the overweight orc in all his ugliness. His drooling lips smile at you, showing his broken teeth. A patchy stubble and a missing eye only help to further frame his unsightliness. Yet, despite that, you keep your lips tightly sealed around his green cock as it moves in and out from the **** of the orc fucking you from behind. Your tongue runs along the underside and flicks at the head when it barely leaves your lips.

There is no room to feel disgust when your body is burning with desire. Even after just a week, you feel like your thoughts have been turned to a single purpose. You wonder, even if you manage to escape, will your mind ever return to normal? Has the potion and the constant stimulation from the orc mating already corrupted your mind beyond repair?

Torch light streams into the tent, bathing the deplorable scene you’re a part of with warm light. The curtain door of the tent is pushed aside as the **** master walks in, grunting at the sight before him.

“Who allowed you to remove her from her restraints?” the **** master questions the pair of orcs having their fun with you.

“We thought we’d change it up. You know, try the other orifices this little slut has to offer,” the fat orc in your mouth says.

“I don’t care what you’re interested in. You know the rules. The bitches are to stay in their pillories. We don’t want them running off.”

“Don’t worry boss,” the orc fucking your cunt says with a heaving voice. “This one’s quite obedient. She’s fairly needy, what with her urge for orc cock.” You do nothing to reply as the orcs talk about you. You try and stay focused on the pleasure surrounding the threesome. “She’s taken to the kanga fruit pretty well. Their effects seem very potent on this one.”

“You know why that is, right?” the fat orc in your mouth adds. “All the kanga does is remove whatever control one has over their natural lust. Compared to these other girls, this one has horniness enough for two vixens.” The two orcs laugh at how well you’ve taken to the kanga fruit. You fear that what they say, about your natural lust, is not wrong.

“Fine, do as you please,” the **** master says with a scoff. “But if she escapes, I’m sending you two numbskulls after her. Anyway… I came here to collect these human bitches. There is to be a feast and these women are to provide entertainment afterwards. They are to be cleaned before then.” He reaches around to the back of his belt and produces a leather collar and leash which he throws beside you and your two lovers. “When you’re done, take her to the baths. Perhaps then I’ll forget the fact that you’ve unbound her.”

“Whatever you say, boss,” the orc fucking you says. He does not lose focus on the task at hand, sawing your poor pussy with his thick girth. He takes his time, enjoying your wet tightness across his length. He pushes into you fully with each stroke, his heavy sack nuzzling against your clitoris and his cockhead pressing to your cervix. “You hear that? You’ll be going to a little party. I bet you’ll be very popular entertainment tonight,” the orc says.

“Yeah, glad we got a chance to fuck around with you today. I imagine you’ll be hard to catch later tonight,” the orc in your mouth says as he places his large palm on top of your head. He takes his prick by the base and pulls it out from your gullet with a wet pop. No longer muffled by the meat in your mouth, you erupt in breathy moans. The orc hovers the saliva covered head next to your lips. “Stick your tongue out,” he commands. You oblige, twirling your tongue around the organ’s smooth head.

As you continue to be subjected to this foul act, the other women are released from their pillories and collared by the **** master. Each one is led out of the tent one by one—some sobbing, others quiet, and some trying to unsuccessfully fight back.

The orc in front of you feeds his length back into your mouth in order to allow you to resume sucking. “Use your hand, too. I’m going to come soon.” You lift one of your hands up and grasp the base of the shaft, stroking it while you try and balance on one arm.

You feel him getting close as his stiff rod only becomes stiffer. He gives out a groan and quickly pulls your mouth off his shaft by pushing your head away. He begins to twitch, firing his thick spunk across your soft skin. You try and turn away, making it fly across your cheek and neck.

The orc fucking you from behind laughs. “That ought to give those bath wenches something to clean off.” The strings of cum keep flying forward, soiling your skin with strands of orc seed until it finally turns to a slow dribble from the tip.

The fat orc in front of you roughly forces your mouth back towards his prick. You do not fight him, instead doing what is expected of you. You take the still twitching cock back into your mouth one last time to suck it clean. You taste the bitter spunk that is still oozing out the end, swallowing the extra while your tongue cleans the rest of the head.

“Let’s dirty…up… her cunt…as well” the orc fucking you says between groans and pants. He too is getting ready to come. The sight of you being covered in orc cream is one that brought him quickly to the edge of orgasm. He gives out a moan and rolls his head back. His grip on your hips grows tight and he pushes himself deep inside you. You feel him blow his load deep into your cunt, a feeling you are now all too familiar with. That characteristic twitch of the penis resonates throughout you, making you feel a strange relief that’s likely brought on by your kanga intoxication.

After the orc lodged in your cunt is satisfied with how much he has come, he pulls out. He places his hand on one of your cheeks and uses his thumb to partially spread your quim. He inspects his handy work, letting the excess spunk slowly poke its way out of your hole before dripping out in thick dollops. This orcs’ semen was especially thick and potent, most of it staying stuck deep inside your cunny.

“Yeah… That’s a good bit of treasure for the bath wenches to find and clean,” the orc says with a grin. “I’m actually glad I’ll be able to take this one the baths. I can’t wait to see the faces on those old prudes when they see how dirtied up this one is.”

The orc in your mouth slips free and steps back. He replaces his lower garments allowing you to try and finally catch your breath. “You have fun with that,” he says as he slowly walks out of the tent. You continue to say nothing, only breathing heavily as the heat inside you continues to muddle your thoughts. You must have orgasmed a few times during this sessions, but it wasn’t enough to blow away the fiery need. The other orc fastens the leather collar from the **** master to your neck, taking advantage of your stupor. He leads you out of the tent by the throat and takes you outside the village. You say nothing. You barely even think anything as you’re gradually led to the baths.