Half Orc

You weren't full blooded and that never landed you anything but a life of being passed around from clan chief to clan chief some men some women. Either way you were more experienced than you'd like and to top it off your body had never gotten the chance to fill out into anything resembling a warrior further solidifying your place as a orcish cocksleeve.

You can't say that sex wasn't enjoyable at times. Though the shaman's vile potions enchancing these moments... although you never knew that was why you hadn't grown into your own Orcish muscle. Although you were strong for your size your fellow clansmen still handled you as if you were a doll. Even the women were beyond your strength riding you till your hips threatened to crack, or till your face went blue from lack of air as you were trapped between powerful thighs.

NOW a new life awaited you with the possibility of something different or more of the same. Your mind trained to wonder how Dark elves fucked, your captors having you lined up with the others. "This one... I've never seen a such a Soft Orc..." The dark elf in obsidian armor standing over you another behind you securing the rope around your wrists bound together and tied around your neck.

"Neither have I Olynne, lets see if its a he or she." The one infront of you produced a knife and cut the clothes from your lithe form olive green skin kissed by the warmth of the rising son yet flinching at the cold edge that lightly grazed it as your furs and leathers were stripped from you. Reminding you of the times you were led through the Clan camp as a trophy a few years earlier.

"Well the Gods do have a sense of humour." The Dark elf Olynne grasped your balls ore firmly than you'd like you gasp and curse at him only to be silenced when the drow behind you pressed his knife to your neck. "Male... barely, what sort of curse fell upon you I wonder... rhetorical question boy don't answer that, we've got to sort you and your brethren to see which lord gets you."

The Dark Elves were deciding on who to send you to a gift to their commanders. The elf with the knife to your neck groping your ass, she chuckled and nibbled at your ear the man before you still holding your package tightly as if it were a leash.

"We could give him to Lady Datura? She is rather rough and Orc's are hardy creatures so she would certainly enjoy such a pretty one... and she'd present us with a coin and cunt of our own for such a prize."

The female Dark elf Counter Olynne's offer "Commander Krestyl would be better, just think of our careers, we wouldn't have to sslog through this trash anymore and this **** may actually find themselves a comfortable life as a courtesan... although he does enjoy displaying his poor things for all the court to see."

Olynne bringing a hand to his chin thinking "Or we could pass him around the camp first I bet the soldiers would like a bit of a show."

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