She stays.

“No,” Shairi said firmly. “Even a small orc band could be very useful to me. And I’m sure I can lead that Chieftain round by his cock.”

“Are you sure that’s your only interest in his cock?” Queiss asked. There was a leer in her voice.

“Huh. He looks like he’d be a decent enough fuck. But he’s hardly what I would have hoped for in my first proper lover.” Shairi sighed, and then smiled. “Still, I doubt it’ll be too much of a burden, considering the rewards.”

Shairi considered what to do to prepare for the feast. The camp held little in the way of opportunities to improve her appearance (not that she thought she really needed to make her naked body more appealing to the orcs, but every little would help). Still, she found a pail of water and used it to wash away the grime of her journey. The orcs were amused by her preparations and her desire to please, although they interpreted it as eager horniness rather than seeing its true motives.

That evening she was taken to the largest tent, which was used as a feasting hall. The other **** girls had trays of meat and jugs of ale from which they served the orc warriors. It seemed that, as the ‘guest of honour’ and centrepiece of the celebration, Shairi was not expected to join them in waitressing. Of course, food was not the only way they served their masters. It was rare for one of the young women to travel too far without being accosted by an orc and ordered to kneel and pleasure him with mouth and breasts, or to be bent over the table and fucked from behind, scattering the pewter crockery. The orc warriors seemed to regard this as a matter of course – they happily continued eating and boasting to each other as they used the girls.

The Chieftain saw Shairi enter the tent and beckoned her to his side.