Meanwhile...

A woman screamed.

Whether it was due to severe pain or **** sexual pleasure, no one could tell. The orcs had been **** the tall, olive-skinned woman for several days now and her mind might have very well been broken. Not that it mattered. Not to the orcs.

They relentlessly pounded their cocks into her sore cunt, slick from sweat, semen, and blood. She gasped and moaned and cried every time an orc plunged his meat into her, and her mouth and asshole were abused just as frequently for their pleasure. The woman's eyes were rolled back and she was limp as a ragdoll, stuck in a catatonic state by the tortures inflicted on her. By now she was little more than a fuckdoll for the monsters having their way with her.

Off to the side, an older, much more heavy-set Orc, watched the scene unfold with little interest. He was sitting on a throne made from animal bone and sinew, slouching lazily as two other women kneeled in front of him, sucking his cock desperately and fearfully.

"P-please." A timid voice came from between his legs. The old orc looked down at the woman who dared to speak. It was one of the Amazons he had enslaved, stripped naked. She was young and would have been called beautiful if not for the bruises that lined her face. This one still had spirit and still dared to speak unbidden.

"Please... please let my mother go." She stuttered. "Haven't your men done enough to her? She will never be right in the head again."

The Orc stared at her for a moment. Then he reached down and slapped her hard across the face, sending her sprawling across the floor. Small flecks of blood splattered and stained the ground.

"Sheila!" The other woman wailed, reaching out to the fallen Amazon.

He reached out and seized her by her long, disheveled hair, violently dragging her back in front of his cock. "You will finish the job I gave you," The orc growled menacingly, "Or you will join your little princess there, on the floor - in little, chopped up pieces."

Eyes widening in terror, the woman quickly went back to her task. She recklessly sucks on the orc's prick again and massages his balls, **** to make him cum.

The Orc smoldered in anger, letting the fiery emotion course through his veins. His muscles were weathered by age but still strong and toned, and when he flexed them, they responded with all the smoothness and control of an orc in his prime. Those muscles would tear the head off of the leader of those damn goblins, he vowed. He was Gurmukh, chief to hundreds of orcs, and a tribe of those little shits were making a fool of him.

Those nasty, blue-painted goblins were nothing but a nuisance at first. Attacking his slavers. He didn't care if his men died but that meant less slaves, which did mean something to him. And when the orcs began to spread rumors and started to flee from those goblins, his fury could barely be contained. If he mounted a full counter-offensive, he would be sending the message that those goblins were an actual threat, and that might embolden other goblin tribes to strike back, but if he attacked with smaller numbers, he risked actually being defeated. But by a stroke of luck, he recently captured a smalll band of Amazons. He knew their fighting skill well and then saw his opportunity to strike back against the upstart goblins. All it took was one little promise, to free another girl, and one of the Amazons became his hired killer. It was almost too easy.

His little assassin girl should be reaching Vehumet at this very moment. And when she came back with the goblin's head, he would clap her in chains again. Then **** would be her reward. Promises to slaves meant nothing to him.

"I'm coming." Gurmukh grunted. Grabbing the Amazon woman's head with both hands, he squirted a heavy load of cum into her mouth. The woman tried to swallow it all down but gagged on the thick sauce and accidentally bit down on the orc's penis.

His rage exploded. Gurmukh immediately reached back and drew a thick dagger from its sheath, hanging off the throne. Gripping the knife in one hand and the woman's head in the other, he roughly turned her head to the side and exposed her **** neck. The Amazon could only let out a short shriek before the Orc chief brought the edge of his knife to her neck and sliced it open. As the woman slumped to the ground, her blood pooling beneath his feet, leaving it warm, wet, and sticky, the orc fantasized it to be Vehumet lying there, dying.

His **** would be sweet.