They take her back to their camp.

The orcs tied a rope round Shairi’s neck to make a crude leash. She tried to look suitably embarrassed as they made her walk along behind them. In fact, thanks to Meritheir, being naked and leashed was almost comfortably familiar.

The journey to the camp wasn’t far, but nevertheless Shairi was glad that the orcs waited until they were there to remove her shoes.

The camp itself… was a disappointment. It seemed to consist of only about fifty tents. It seemed to orc leader (named Iragar, as she’d learned on the trip) commanded only a small **** of raiders and brigands, rather than a full tribe or horde.

And then there was the matter of the tribe’s harem. Lady Baybury had lingered long on this subject. As she had described, ****-girls wandered the camp naked, and were fucked publically by any orc who took a fancy to them. But Lady Baybury had described a wide assortment of exotic beauties captured by the orcs, their nude bodies adorned with jewellery and brief, diaphanous silks, each one trained to the highest degree of lustful depravity by their orc masters. (Shairi had usualy read Lady Baybury’s work with one hand between her thighs.)

But as Shairi was paraded through the camp, she saw that there were only a dozen or so girls. And from their looks, it was clear the orcs had simply **** the prettiest daughters and wives from the surrounded farms. Shairi was easily a match for any of them in beauty. And she doubted any of them could even approach her erotic knowledge.

Chief Iragar stopped before one of the larger tents and went inside. Soon afterwards he emerged. “Go inside,” he ordered. “The Shaman will remove your little problem.”

[Orc **** harem ideas taken from “The Shinning Stone”. Credit to the writers.]