Awaking in bindings

You jolt awake as you sit up in a cold sweat. The fight… what happened? You inspect your surroundings as your reality is made clear. You’re in a crude tent with rope tied around your wrists. The other end of the rope is tied to a pole in the center of the tent. On the far end of the tent is a pile of animal furs, seeming to form some kind of bed. Slumped against the other side of the pole is Petra in a state of undress. Her clothes have been stripped away revealing her pert ass and small breasts. You look down and notice you’re in a similar state of undress. With the little give your tether provides, you lunge toward Petra shaking her awake. Her eyes flutter open and she looks around confused.

“Iyda? Where are we…?” she says groggily

“The orcs Petra, they took us… We have to-“ you try to stand but are cut off as a sharp pain in your ankle forces you to the ground. Somewhere in the chaos you must’ve sprained your ankle.

“Need not go.” A gruff voice shouts in broken common. An orc enters the tent towering over you at about 6’6”. He wears brown fur pants and a matching cloak. His muscles are rock solid as he proudly displays a fine set of abs. His green skin and tusks are a grim reminder of who you’re dealing with. In his hand he uses a familiar pike as a walking stick. Atop the pike is a familiar face. It’s the severed head of Krest. You repress the urge to vomit as Petra dives into your chest crying and afraid for her life. You wrap your arms around her as you look up at the orc.

“What do you want from us?” You say seriously, trying to hide your own fear.

“Breed. Make child. Both of you. Me do.” He says sternly. This response causes Petra to shake in your arms as she begins to mutter prayers under her breath. You feel her tears begin to fall down one of your legs. This orc is going to breed with you and Petra against your will. Unless divine intervention occurs there’s no escaping your fate. Is there any way you can try and lessen the damage?