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Accepting of the meal, reluctance still advertised throughout every bite delivered. All of this was demeaning yet ones pride had to be dissolved for the sake of survival. Listening to her preparing him for the healing made the elf demonstrate dread, worry resonating within his very soul. A few rotations of some soothing breaths, adjusting the way he sat and trying his best to carry serenity amid the misery incoming. A delicate, soft touch ont his roughed up hands alerted Nieven of events about to unfold. Graceful of her this kindness, especially considering the apparent animosity of the princess. Fully cognitive in what senses remained, silently praying things would ultimately fully healed and maybe help them in exchange. The whispers were recognizable of those ancient words, proof of the profiency of Amara in the healing arts. Countless battles and in those younger days his inexperience meant routine healing . Now the occasion was a myth .

"AHHHHHHHHH!!!", involuntary with surging pain worked on realignment pieces of his broken form. Responding any more gallant was improbable after the orcs treatment, praying it meshed with the other victims getting tormented by these beasts. Constitution fading from the straining experience, though he pry an eye open to test thing. Tears flowing, completely thankful even if temporary after growing accepting of this new, cruel reality. Pain was sapping away, hands oddly getting repaired. " My hands do not need this. Please stop !!", pleading the overzealous healer and faithful handmaiden. Abruptly she passed out, falling near his lap.

"I will keep you safe and. ...", a brief pregnant pause striking his lips seeing the abhorrent state of the royal. This was explaining the abrasive attitude lately and now it all made sense now. " Who sully you, princess!!??", anger seeping into those well defined facial features. Gently resting her head..placing over his cloak and motioning closer to the woman he spent many memories with. Some hurt lingered from the previous words ushered in pained earnestly. Whatever was inflicted upon this royal clearly damaged her..impure thoughts washing into his psyche already battered. It all was gradually going away as Estelle gave no tearful cheers for his sight , but instead suggestions to utilizing his savior as bait for her service. " You're father would be ashamed of you ", flinging back fully of verbal venom. Pretending to know the hardships they went through was idiotic but even enough of his morality screamed out to not allow these beasts to defile her just out of some meager hope it gave them the edge to combat them or flee.

Marching , heavy steps coming from outdoors came a few hours later . It was enough to sink on his knees, remembering the trauma inflicted by them. Frantically, he looked but no weapons were coming. What came forth was a concerning thing, both Rugorim and the jailer. Double the problem, body sliding to hide away the weakened state of Amara. The quaking steps of thr gigantic orc gawked, likely contemplating who would receive the sexual assault next.

" Whu heal yuu ?!! , broken in the common tongue not knowing who had such a skill. Curiosity lingered, spotting the intact warrior who may have been healed physically but the scars remained mentally. The lanky jailer simply watched, knowing the hierarchy and where their strengths were. Only a few hours passed, his loins not fully filled with seed since bedding the royal. The imposing giant next to the daunting jailer made their predicament feel hopeless. Rugorim appetite for sex was hardly a thing that could be calmed, the libido of orcs a scary thing to go through. Only the thorough fucking of the princess saved them, but not the cruelty still innate to their behavior. The cell opened by the brute, the traumatized knight trying to tackle him. Not selling the impact showed his resolve fracturing, lifting Nieven nonchalantly and tossing viciously into the wall. A loud gasp came, eying the sleeping Amara as it felt like a rib shattered under the blunt force . "She duu? ", the giant orc asked pointing at the unconscious beauty whom he had yet to sample..eying her. If she indeed did a marvelous job, who knew what their plans were.

" Who can I claim, Rugorim ? " , speaking casually in the orcish tongue that unlikely neither of them could comprehend. It sounded primal and harsh, no warmth or advanced intelligence brewing from it. Like animals caught rough sounds to eventually craft an useable means of communication. Rugorim hand pointed at the princess, bringing enthusiasm to the jailer.
 
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Amara was breathing very slowly and she was just out of commission she used so much for energy even though she ate there was no way she was going to move. Neiven was finally able to see firsthand how she could do it in the ancient language that she knew even the princess could not access the knowledge that this healer had. They may have been the same age just barely but the princess has no talent such as this. Estelle was fuming at the fact that Amara healed him first even though he was much more damage than she was. Amara knew it would take so much more to heal him then the princess herself and she can eat something later and he’ll the princess and sadly she was not awake to hear the exchange between the pair. The loan witness how his site were taken the princess and how she laid there used and gaping.

“These beasts are disgusting and don’t you dare tell me what my father would think he would want me to preserve myself and not be used by those creatures it should be her! I don’t deserve this fate….she does! She didn’t even help me! Are you telling me you prepared that lonely creature right there she’s only a healer she’s not even have royal blood just because she looks like me doesn’t mean she’s worthy of anything else.” The venom in Estelle’s voice was easy to hear. She was hurt and sore and unbearably mad that her knight was coming at her with such accusations which were very true she was willing to risk the fact that they could lose a healer if she were defiled by these creatures.

“Don’t tell me you want to protect her? You know she’s not me I can never be me just because she looks like me don’t feel pity for her to take pity on me you’re supposed to be taking care of me. If he happens to lose her gift if they use her so be it I would be protected in my honor would be safe who side are you on hers or mine?” The princess asked wondering which one would he choose until she heard the heavy footsteps and went completely silent. The princess would get her answer as her handsome hero who is now looking less useful to her and instead of trying to protect her healer she pointed at the knight.

“HE DID!” it was a low blow considering that maybe he would feel the pain of an orc cock in his ass. Amara was useless and she did not mean to be she was trying to do her best to help and she didn’t realize she got the poor knight hurt again. She would leave herself for this when she woke up but until then she was literally spared from the words they spoke. Estelle thought she would get away scot-free until they pointed at her and she shook her head no pointing fingers at both the healer and the knight. “Nooooo!!!!DON’T YOU DARE! USE HER! USE HIM! DO NOT TOUCH ME!” she was letting her true colors show Ashley was screaming like a maniac pointing fingers trying to get them to not go near her or even pick her again. The last thing she wanted to be was used again and hopefully she could change their mind just by pointing.
 
An amazing feat was performed, a miracle like recovery of his injuries in exchange for exerting much of the energy of the devout healer of their nobility. If only the gallant elf who suffered greatly already didn't have the sullied form of the princess or worse the blatant selfishness very unbecoming of someone of her station. Logic dictated this was genuinely the better option despite favoring him, now an useful addition amid their forceful extraction into this horrid location clearly raided. Thankful for the risk she took and food gracefully given, Nieven carrying the resolve to safeguard this person despite his duty would immediately chastise him for not crawling through caltrops for the royal in his vicinity.

" Are you daft to not realize she healed me to keep you safe? It should be us versus them, not infighting just because you're frightened ! "fuming out and standing taller than he did initially feeling defeated by these beasts. Estelle had suffered grievous trauma in his opinion, either this was the true visage within or the short period imprisoned had forever corrupted her psyche. The fact she readily was ready to lose out on a powerful asset just to be spared temporary physical and mental hardships rather ludicrous. " I want to keep all of us alive!! ", he declared not having the heart to witness anymore of his kin racial wise deceased after the horrors inflicted onto him thus far. Silence shattered, his skin crawling by reflex and palms sweating without realizing it. Fear had been embedded from the brief nightmarish visit to their domain.

" HE DID!"

She signaled to the behemoth of an orc that looked too large to belong to the species. Valiant as Nieven was vying to be for their sake, it didn't take long to feel his body yearning to shut down and drift to sleep swiftly. Feeling heavy, breathing harshly..the pain was immense for being used as a projectile against the solid walls. These monstrous denizens ran on primarily on primitive urges it seemed. Hearing her thunderous shrieking only demonstrated a glimmer into the things she suffered from, gradually rising to be a dutiful knight. Walking towards being her shield, suggesting to take either him or the unconscious healer churned his stomach horribly..driven to the ground. " You really put us to shame ", muttering lowly..gritting his teeth making a meager close quarters combat stance. Dexterous as the species of Elves could be, subpar food and torture weakened most. The lanky scarred one seemingly the jailer struck with a headbutt..blocking the punch and causing pain..swearing out profusely. Nerves screaming out, Nieven tried ignoring it and swing haphazardly only to feel a dark colored fist dig into his fractured ribs..puking as Estelle saw her protector crumble.

" Heard you cocksleeve! ", the jailer broken in elven giving a most perverse smile beginning to reach out for her head. The pitiful fae was crawling for the woman, helpless as he sank his dirty digits into her dirtied long locks. Maybe this was cultural or the savagery for prisoners shown, but she feel herself getting dragged by the scalp it felt..leading out the cell. " Gots her..you gots healer! ", discussing things in the native tongue. The lumbering beast of a warrior was looming, picking up Amara without the earlier cruelty of dragging her out. Why bruise a defenseless, non moving female? They began to move, removing them from the cell. A wish would be briefly granted, escaping the familiar room for new scenery. As they left the dungeon, Nieven helplessly watched them being taken. For the conscious royal, the area was lit in torches and numerous makeshift tents were spread out. Rowdy roars came from the orcs, entertainment coming their way. At the epicenter of all the tents was a public area, an elderly orc adorned in bones, gold and scars of age and battle. Both elves were suddenly in the presence of their boss, one not likely to awaken right away. It could be remedied if it sufficed.

" I am Warmaven Wumkbanok! Tonight both serve as entertainment. Winner gets the claim by our warrior Rugorim, the loser is the prize of the people! The tools for your pleasure ,Dungeonkeeper Shagol and Greater Render Rugorim. Refuse and all Orckind gets turned with you now!!! ", the maliciousness etched in those sly features and assistance from a potent magical item allowed the Warmaven to speak the language of anyone. A generous offering long given by a magi who used their services for slaves. The orcs began disrobing, different size endowments all making the royal previous partners look lacking for better words. None as daunting as the one who ruined her holes but none comfortable to take. " Take a room, to be ready in a few hours! ", clapping his hands as the Shamans weaponized magic to bind both elves. Before they knew it, a new living situation had arisen. A comfortable tenting area with the rug of a dire bear, the scents of random perfumes, soaps, buckets of water and ironically the chest that was on the carriage carrying her vast array of clothing. For a little while they would have time but now under more watchful eyes. The tent had scrying spells and at least a guard ready.
 
Estelle was still sour about what her healer did for her knight. Even though he was telling her that the healer was trying to help them build all she could see was that she was not being treated first.“You don’t get it! She is my property and she should be doing my bidding first you would’ve been taken care of but she should’ve taken care of me before you there’s a hierarchy I think you forgotten that! It is us against them but I am always first don’t forget your place!” The venom and the princesses voice was obvious. She wasn’t seeing the forest through the trees and constantly thought of herself first and she was trying to put her knight back in his place Though she probably shouldn’t be arguing this in front of the orcs but she had a feeling they were to stupid to understand her. “I want us all alive too but both of you should realize that you should be taking care of me!” Her entitlement had no bounds. Amara I was so lucky to be passed out the way she was she couldn’t see how her princess was trying to throw her to the orcs.

When Estelle heard what the jailer said in broken elevish she looked mortified she hated what he said but she was resolved to not be that again. When he grabbed her hair she began flailing and trying to fight him off. “UNHAND ME! You do not you filthy beast!” she was back to hurling insults as all of them were sitting ducks. Estelle was even more raging mad when he picked up Amara gently in a way he didn’t treat her she felt like it felt like itEstelle was even more raging mad when he picked up Amara gently in a way he didn’t treat her she felt like it was a blow to her ego. Estelle would look around trying to get a feel for where she was but there was no route for escape as they took them to see what seemed like to be their bosses and royal members. Thinking this might be her chance to talk sent it to them she would start blabbering about politics but she had no idea if they understood her but they did speak some Elvish. “it sounds like you are who I need to talk to you we are both royalty we could make a deal together.” it was very stupid of her to not listen but she was going to try everything to get out of this using her status and power that she thought she could have here. They were listening to her and they put both of them in a room and that’s when reality started to sneak in.

She was tossed in like a ragdoll while her healer was placed gently down she would crawl over thinking that they were alone and slap her to wake her up. That woke up Amara. Dazed and confused she looked around everything was different. “The knight? Where is he and where are we? Why did you hit me?” Amara but generally confused at the change of situation and the princess got up and started cleaning herself off in the bath before she wouldn’t let her get too many words in. “They decided they wanted you know clean up eat something get your strength back and he’ll meet you stupid handmaiden. You forgot your station and healed the wrong one. You’re going to do as you’re told and take care of me do As they say.” Estelle smirked like she knew exactly how things are going to go but what would happen was Amara started crying. “Your excellency….please….if that happens I’ll lose my gifts. That’s why I’m your handmaiden. Of course I’ll heal you but you know if they do that to me I’ll be useless.” She spoke in her native tongue trying to plead her case as Estelle got out of the bath drying herself off and getting herself dressed since she figured that she was going to be queen of the orcs. Estelle took it upon herself to go grab the healer dragging her to the bath and throwing her in and start scrubbing her. “ I’ve being kind enough to bathe you. now eat get your strength back put on a nice dress at save me your sacrifice will not go unnoticed when we get back to polite Society I’ll make sure you are to work in the kitchens.” Amara broke down but she didn’t fight it at least not yet and let the princess throat closing at her when she was out of the bath and get dressed and she began to eat and when she had the strength she would do the exact same thing for us down and heal her not knowing that they were probably being watched and observed as princess got her gaping hole Restored to as tight as a sweet virgin and Amara trying to understand why her princess hated her so much.
 
First impressions for the aging Orc was one of bemusement for the elves, specifically the regal looking one with an uppity attitude and assumptions they were equals. Transgressions from their species didn't leave the salacious Warmaven with a favorable thought of them. Thus far those apart of that little caravan were dead, few left and numerous broken by their resolve. The shamans were astute with their scrying, conversing among themselves learning a detail that would peak interest to the elderly creature " Warmaven, one of the Elves has the gift of healing ", alerting the venerable tribal leader of this development. Lingering on the throne adorned with weapons embedded in its formation as well bones and wood was the comteplamating leader of their clan. Learning of this made the war chief happy, especially with their healers weren't exactly as credible as the elves were.

Time was passing gingerly, two feminine looking orcs entering the elven grounds carrying food. A rare act of kindness, giving them a combination of their familiar rations and their own food. This time was a hearty stew of horse shockingly with some herbs and potatoes, demonstrating they had so e semblance of cooking skill. These women had most intimidating visages, scared up, flaunting their nudity and wrapped with bones and jewelry. Perhaps playthings of the Warmaven? They were left to their devices, barely disturbed thus far. Possibly this was them fooling them, specfically the princess in believing she was safe and now pampered by these tribal standards. Soon a gong rippled through the encampment, loud cheers heard in the horizon. Within these halls made estimating time arduous. But the evening had arrived, the guards popping right back. About four of them lingered, not particularly equipped to handle them showing their disregard towards their prowess in combat.

" Come ", one expressed in Elven as they would be lead back to have an audience.

[Not much I could do but have time go forward and let them rest .]
 
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Princess figured that the orcs were coming around and would eventually worship her. Perhaps it was delusional but she couldn’t help herself especially since she felt smug and that she made the healer do what she wanted. No idea that they were being watched she figured she would gloat. Maria did not have the strength to fight as she would eat and keep to herself as Estelle was playing with things and touching things and making sure she looks beautiful especially since she figured they would crown her with some thing.

Time seem to stop for a moment plus Estelle was enjoying herself and Amara was walking around and making sure she tried to figure out what was going on though she had no answers. Estella made Amara serve her whatever they gave them and let the healer eat what she wanted as Estelle was preparing herself for a new kingdom in her delusional mind. Amara at least new to eat and make sure to have enough Phil so she would have her energy she had no idea what was coming but she didn’t trust this and even if she told her princess she would not have listened to her.

When evening arrived Amara was the one worrying and when she heard a familiar language she stopped in her tracks as a princess stood waiting for her new entourage. Stella made sure to dress up at her finest and she made sure that Amara did not outside her and she made her healer lead her out because she had this image in her head that they would be bowing to her especially since she had a healer thinking that was her meal ticket. What Estill did not know is that they would be leading them into a battle and the princess had no idea that her healer who is much more than what she seemed.

(if you’re up for it I can do a battle scene it’s up to you really!)
 
Gawking at them, nothing vocal escaping their vile lips as the elves were dressed as requested. Cooperating felt peculiar, especially from the noble one whom some were made aware of by a combination of intel by the shamans and lewd bedding accounts by the ruthless Rugorim. While accompanied, most were rowdy amidst the cheers for the women gracing their presence. Fed akin to some of their greatest warriors, pampered by orcish standards and given ample for rest when considering they are prisoners. None of the other captured elves were afforded these luxuries, colorful flames now igniting by the shamans as they came marching with these orc guards. For Estelle this may as well been a royal greeting to bask into, avowing anything to disrupt the event. Neither were restrained unless they attempted something foolish, both for whatever reasons weren't enticing these beasts to react. Nieven still suffering in the dungeon, no clue if tortured or dead. For the noble there was a good possibility she was apathetic while a semblance of empathy lingered in the healer. Stopping abruptly, with orcs compassing the area they stood near their War maven with Rugorim standing adjacent to their sitting chief.

" Warmaven Wumkbanok is pleased by the beauty of the elves. My people beg for entertainment and entertainment they shall get. Both shall fight each other, whoever impresses me gets a worthy prize. Refuse and every orc here will get their entertainment, filling tight elven holes ! ", long winded but imposing in the withering tone of the aging orc that commanded fear and respect to the masses. Gradually the guards begun backing up, not stopping the elves if they decided to take the ambitious route of exhibiting their aggression early. Rugorim looked onward, appraising these lithe beings with those fierce hues of red. No weapons were freely donated, armor never spared, merely any means necessary to enthrall the audience with beauty and brutality meshed into one. Insidious in design, clearly a sign of warped cultural norms. The torches flickered a crimson red, signaling the shift in the atmosphere. Orcs grasping their loins, the elves spotting bulges putting men like Nieven to shame. It was a horrific hint of the misery to pass should they refuse. Drums setting the mood further, following the pattern of a heartbeat.

" Minute to choose! ", bellowing threateningly to the women who could clearly understand based on the enchantment. Ascended by the throne, towering over them with a stare of glee emulating in reaction. The men looming however seemed quite enthuastic should they be too cowardly. Fighting wasn't an option, numbers exceeding over a hundred. Ensnared in a trap, this was only a shiner prison now.
 
Amara felt like she was the only one concerned. Truth be told she was the only one who was worried about the situation as Estelle thought maybe she might’ve won them over and she wasn’t thinking or looking at the full picture. They were prisoners and Estelle did not quite understand that she was healed and felt like she could take over the entire world. Amara had a strong urge to slap her she said she was looking around and she didn’t trust everything. That truth came to light when the announcement was heard and rang in her pointy ears. The orcs wanted entertainment and that terrified he Since she saw what Estelle went through. She wasn’t sure if she could deal with that again!

The torches had her attention but Estelle looked over at Amara with a terrifying grin. “it’s your turn to entertain them be a good servant and make them happy I’ve already been through enough I will become their queen and you will do exactly as I say.” with that Estelle walked over and slapped poor Amara making her double over in pain. She figured they wanted to show so she grabbed Amara by her long silver hair, dragging her and pulling her closer so they can see her. “Entertainment you shall have my subjects! It’s about time she learned her lesson don’t you think? Tell me what should I do to her?”Hearing is still saying such horrible things made Amara start to crying but what happened next even Estelle could not have predicted as Amara started flailing and panicked And without thinking she shot a ball of energy at a crimson flame and extinguished it without even trying. “What did you do!?!? HOW!?!” Estelle was now dumbfounded as she let go of Amara’s hair. This was her healer and she had no idea she could do that!
 
Clamoring for some merriment in a form most recognizable by these brutes, everyone gawking with multitude of sounds hollering for these elves. A select few within the inner circle of the Warmaven were privy to their conversations and the inner turmoil they faced. Anything else was assumptions or stories uttered by their lips of the grueling tales faced in these dungeons thus far. Neither were injured and pretty up for their entertainment, anticipating some desperation like most of their prisoners have exhibited with the wholehearted belief this was a life or death ordeal. As far as these ladies were concerned their livelihood were connected to the performance given right here. Warmaven Wumkbanok listened in, catching fragments of the conversation as the enchantment only extended so far. Majority couldn't comprehend the regal elf words but they roared with excitement by her cruel disregard for her fellow kin. Pleads, crying or even losing bodily functions in distress could not deter the bloodthirsty mentality of the orcs.

The helpless elf abruptly caused brief silence, deafening akin to wildlife freezing up at the presence of a predator. Flinging that vibrant projectile whizzing pass one of the torches startled the audience. Magic was revered even towards primitive creatures with some intelligence, explaining why the Shamans existed in the first place. A roar was uttered by the Warmaven, signifying something of importance to every orc watching things. " You...one with magic! What else can you do ? " , Warmaven Wumkbanok interrupted the warfare long enough that fortunately to the orcs the magic universally translated towards all in the room. The towering rapist of the royal elf stood up, brandishing a smile which was rare. The bastard was a brooding one most of the time. Everything was quiet now, the mood shifted and the combat paused.
 
All of this was too much but Estelle was taking it in even though she was being far more cruel than usual. Amara had slighted her without helping her with the first time this orc used her and now it was time for her healer to feel the same pain after all she can heal herself she should’ve just volunteered herself!

The squabble itself was a bit lackluster as Estelle dragged Amara that was until Amara shot energy from her hand and extinguished a flame which caused an entire room to go so silent she could hear her own heartbeat. “Now listen. She belongs to me if you want to talk with her you go through me I am your queen aren’t I?”Estelle was pushing her luck. She was figuring that the orcs now that she had leverage she could do and say whatever she damn well pleased and Amara was shaking and she was trying not to cry even louder but they could hear her sniffles and she wasn’t sure if she should talk especially since Estelle had a wrapped her hair around her hand and yanked it really hard to the point She almost yanked out good chunk of it. “You say nothing.” Stella hissed at Amara if the orc could understand he could pick up how the royal elf was trying to use this as her way to make sure she was going to get what she deserved.

“Learn To address me properly and I’ll tell you all that she can do until then she speaks nothing you fail to realize she is my property. Without me you have no access to her do you understand you beast?”Estelle pulled up Amara making them look at her and even though she wanted to fight back she had no idea what the princess would do to her but she was terrified especially since the orc spoke to her but she wasn’t sure if she should talk or not. She spoke her princess would hit her but if she stayed silent the orcs could do worse and deciding to take matters into her own hands she finally spoke.

“ I can do many things…. I was born with these gifts what would you like to know?” Amara managed to say though Estelle got really angry and smacked her really hard across the face enough to make her yelp and leave a red hand mark And making the poor healer start sobbing. Estelle will attempt to take over the situation and make herself the only contact between her and the healer. “Now listen here. You don’t talk to her directly she is my property direct all questions to me or else don’t talk to her I thought the orcs are more civilized.” That was a jab at them but she had no idea how they would react but she figured if there was Royal Blood among them they would understand the hierarchy at least.
 
Hubris coming from the haughty prisoner was something not many barring those of higher intelligence could gleam upon. Things remained silent, less on the merits of the elf discussing them versus the tension emphasized by the stern gaze of the Warmaven. Though glee was exhibited by the torment of Amara, it ceased the moment they learned she could conjure magic. It a mythical thing hardly anyone from their tribe comprehended, treating the few among them who had such power coursing through their veins to be a revered sort. Orcs watched onward to the rough treatment, no one helping but instead observing Estelle to see what the foreigner in their domain would do. She continued those belittling words to them, overestimating whatever worth the royal presumed she carried.

" I can do many things…. I was born with these gifts what would you like to know?

Intrigue plastered onto the venerable tribal leader, giving a signal as the lumbering beast Estelle grew intimately familiar with was marching her way. Brazen hues glanced at the defiant one, giving off the attitude of someone who wasn't just recently raped. Ignorant to the healing of her nethers, the foreboding giant known as Rugorim nonchalantly grip her hair. Mimicking the treatment to her loyal subject he yanked hard, actually dangling her to face level. For the lithe noblewoman it a few feet higher than she probably cared for. Roars of excitement begun anew, rallying behind the straightforward approach. Warmaven Wumkbanok groaned lightly, rising from his comfortable throne marred with the carcasses of vanquished foes over the decades. A sinister expression was sculptured, bemused by the mouth of this feeble creature. Nobility wasn't a birth rite by orcs, it was through ones ancestral conquests and continued feats from the descendants which earned the distinction of such respect.

" You mistake yourself, you are entertainment..not respected! ", the Warmaven painfully reminded him as abruptly the gigantic creature holstering her by her silver locks shredded her clothes off. No longer clothed, her nudity was bare for all the orcs to look with watering mouths and lustful eyes. " I think a night with a few of the warriors will teach you pecking order ", smirking immensely as he sensed the resolve would break as the muscular beast that claimed her holes had her in his hands without any hints of freeing her. Briefly attention went back to the punished healer, clearly most of his focus was there and not on the ensuing whimpering from the pathetic royal. Lights were brightened, centered on the woman who stole their attention from the typical bloodshed. All the while her princess stripped naked and feeling the might of her rapist unyielding in the grip on her long hair.

" Tell us Elf with magic, what can you do ? ", feigning ignorance knowing she can heal but admittedly little else. It was time to carve out some points for saving her from the person who should had been ally. The duel was mostly over but unforunately for Estelle the fate awaiting her was likely one to bring the utmost horror.
 
Estelle was not expecting to be received So lowly by the orcs even after what they did to her she figured they finally learned that she was important. That was proven to be a lie! Both of them were dressed and looked nice and it still took that as something that meant she was being accepted. The fact that they turn the tables on her left her speechless. Amara was trying not to cry and she looked really sad especially with how one of her always treating her because she truly be surprised at how the princess was treating her like a pawn?

What happened next the princess she wasn’t expecting as she felt her long hair grabbed and pulled making her let go of the healer. “UNHAND ME YOU VILE CREATURE! You should know your place and that I am royalty don’t you dare do anything to defile me again!” someone did not learn her lesson. The look on her face betrayed how she was feeling. They were going to do what they did before and the fact that she was now healed it was something she did not want. She was wiggling and writhing as they stripped her. Define back as best she could as Amara was cowering on the floor.

“Healing… I can heal others no it’s not limitless it takes so much energy today I can bring someone back from the brink of death if they are still breathing. I’ve learned defensive Magic. I’m not allowed to use it unless it is a situation that that calls for it. Other magics that are used sometimes I can grow plants. I’ve been able to do many things since I was a child but the Royal family has decided that healing is the only thing I should do my lord.” Amara began to spill the beans And she wasn’t sure how that orcs would take it. She was terrified But she wasn’t going to talk back to them and she wouldn’t answer any questions they would give her but she had a feeling her feet would end up like the princess. Wasn’t sure if she would please and tell them if they did anything to her she was scared she was in certain powers especially after seeing what talking back did for Estelle.
 
Orcs accustomed to belittlement in the grand scheme of things weren't so readily passive in their own territory. One's station in life didn't bring anything to these simplistic beings, instead it was all gauging one's worth in society. Nobility in the eyes of the long fanged beast like creatures were akin to cripples; utterly feeble entities that were better for breeding or consumption than serve in a meaningful capacity. The distain wasn't anymore apparent than Rugorim handling the princess so casually and rough. Her shrinking barely understood, abruptly the knuckles that could fit her palm crashed into a backhanded collision to her face. Fortunately it was minimum effort or else her feature would be disfigured permanently. "Shuut upp!! ", roared the behemoth among their renowned warriors. It did not matter if she was dangling from her scalp, bleeding from the retaliation for her arrogance . He walked with her forward, hovering her near the crowd. Filthy hands reached out, grasping her legs..vying to tug her below to sample her body. The only blessing was the strength of the aggressor, disavowing her impending gangbang. Instead majority of the focus was on Amara, silently curious about the elf unlike the royal whom only true asset was the snug tightness of her pussyl

" I be no lord, that weak title of your kind. I am the Warmaven and ruler of this tribe !! ", bellowing at her ignorance but correcting her though the venerable orc comprehended the useful information provided. Healing wasn't the forte of his kin, an exceedingly rare gift that seemed more sparing for other civilizations. Crude tricks of recovery were the primary means; from herbal methods to searing pain of cauterizing wounds. Barely better than feral animals, it was what little knowledge that was cultivated overtime. Magical healing made the elf a true asset, the rest decent powers but nothing as significant currently. Rising from the throne, Warmaven Wumkbanok cleared his jagged vocals to the best of his elderly abilities.

" I, Warmaven Wumkbanok grant you choice for this elf punishment! A gift like yours shall be worshipped, not taken for granted !!! You then join Rugorim in his tent with body ready! Refuse either command and you get tossed to the orcs!!
 
Estelle did not take well to being told to shut up but what she thought she had in control was her healer and since that was her charge she figured Amara would take her place or at least do her duty no matter how badly she was treated. “She won’t m to listen to any of you and she is my property. Unhand me and take her! Do your duty hand maiden!” Estelle wasn’t the sharpest tool in the box but she thought too tightly of herself even if she was at the mercy of the orcs. She hated the fact that she was being touched and groped as she was wiggling wildly trying to make them stop but filthy hands would not keep off of her delicate body which she did not want to be ruined again.

Amara was not used to the attention on her and she fell silent as she listened especially when they gave her a choice which made her start trembling like a leaf in the wind. “punishment?” Amara would say repeating what he said. She honestly was not sure what to say at all!. Her gift was to be worshipped and the poor healer had no idea how to handle this newfound glory. Turning to look at the princess she would mouth a simple forgive me in her direction before tiring back. “Use her as you see fit…..I’ve healed her once I can do it again.” those words stung the princess and sent her into a failing rage though now Amara had a different issue of explaining her fear of losing her own gifts since they told her to make her body ready. She had no idea how to even talk to orcs since she was raised to believe that her gift came from purity but she had much to learn.
 
Suspended under the rough grip of the beast, Estelle could feel her poor roots to her scalp probably screaming at the mistreatment. Rugorim gave no quarter, maintaining the subtle torment of having a bunch of horny orcs ready to pounce upon her. Blatant disrespect onto his kin would not be tolerated, unable to decipher those words but could feel the demeaning or aggressive intent of the noise she spewed out. Any fabric aligned to the bottom section of her attire was torn into shreds, keepsakes of those in the crowd as they hollered with the utmost enthusiasm. Momentary the princess would feel like the inferior, attention all centered around her handmaiden who captivated these primitives enough.

" Yes elf who heals! Punishment for the lesser one ", howling out the declaration that Estelle could hear but likely would be livid. Undoubtedly she weaponized those terms, never directly thrown in her path. Sinew grip, patiently awaiting orders as the Warmaven continued the conversation before the masses. What was translated back to everyone in the encampment next would rouse their emotional state and probably scare the entitled elf. " Use her, we shall ! ", Warmaven Wumkbanok took her words as the passage towards sacred text as the mighty orc who once defiled her pussy relinquished the hold. Fortune smiled, the uppity one not tossed to all the orcs. Shamans with ornate staffs infused with rocks, wood and bones were held out. Incoherent chanting was directed, cranks in the foundation spouting out barbed plant vines. Propelling and grasping like a separate appendage, binding her was the intention. Primarily the legs were being snatched from under, meant to trip and keep kissing the earth. The scarred and muscular giant motioned closer, silently staring at Amara but saying nothing. Fortunately doing nothing yet either.

" This commences things! The lesser one is to be given to our greatest warriors tonight. Healer, you have the honor of sharing a tent with our greatest weapon of the tribe. Both will follow the shamans to their destination!! "
Encroaching upon them were four Shamans each, closing any discernable distance. To the orcs they were spiritual advisers, great magi with a true purpose. Rugorim was different, a non druidic Shaman in magic with the dedication of their proud warriors. Faint ritualic scars were glowing, perhaps some preparations extended for defense. A closer examination spoke, these figures draped in heavy, fur-lined robes adorned with bones, feathers, and intricate beadwork. Gradual walks their way moved with an air of primal grace. Their garments were more than ceremonial; they were imbued with protective enchantments and sigils that resonated with the natural world. It imbued things like resistances to the elements, minor deflection of physical attacks and a very basic understanding of some languages. " COME !! " " COME !! " " COME !! " " COME !! " " COME !! " " COME !! " " COME !! " " COME !! "

ALL eerily chanting it in unison, hands extended out to follow. Unknowingly they were testing them. Tracing their hues, one could see shapes and colorations mimicking beasts. Each one was attuned towards an animal. It afforded blessings the elves were ignorant to for now.
 
Estelle was flabbergasted that the lonely healer would do something like that! How could she?!?! The princess was left sputtering and fully angry at what the healer had given as her fate and there was nothing she could do. How did these creatures say Amara at someone to take orders from? She was just a pawn! “You vile creatures! How Do you were ship something lol he has that piece of trash and use me like nothing more then rags you shall all pay for this discretion! “ Estelle was practically foaming at the mouth. She was being carried on my other orcs to be used again. Her clothing was being shredded like it was nothing and she was treated like a ragdoll and Amara couldn’t even look up at the princess.

Amara had a different fate and she was told she was going to another tent. After giving her punishment she went completely silent and started crying to her self silently sniffling. The four shaman that would lead her she would follow but she said nothing though this sadness could be felt radiating off of her. They’re chanting ringing in her ears. She had no idea what was going to happen to her all she knew was that the lore at least from the elves was that whatever they would do to her would make her lose her powers. She followed them with her light eyes not sure what was going to happen next with the chanting Or in the Warriors she’d be in the room with what understand the language or her mother tongue. Amara I would not refuse him but she would at least try to tell him that if he did some thing to her she would become useless to him. “When I lose my gifts After the coupling please put me out of my misery.” she had no idea if they understood her words but she would tell the shamans this request since she feared she would be powerless once he was done with her and she could not bare to live without her gifts and powers. She was raised with the idea that’s all she was; the goddesses gifts. That was the reason she was given to the Royal family and if she was nothing more than just a normal elf she had no idea what to do with herself. If she wasn’t being lied to the slaughter she would find this interesting but her heart was racing so fast she felt like she could feel it in her throat with each step towards the Warriors room she had no idea what to expect or the treatment he was going to give her. She saw what they did to Estelle and that made her knees wobbly with each step an She was trying so hard not to collapse so the closer she got to the room she felt like it was harder to breathe.
 
Estelle's elegant demeanor was ill-suited for the rugged orc wilderness. Unmoved by her anger, orc shamans, skilled in dark druidic magic, swiftly captured the princess, stripping her of her dignity. Though the situation seemed dire, she was spared from the lustful intentions of the attending beasts in the audience whom would had taken turns defiling her worse than the colossal orc from before. Despite her pleas and defiant insults, the Warmaven decree left her with a grim fate, with no royal privilege to shield her. Her beauty was the only thing carrying any worth, lacking the skills they see as useful. She found herself in a grand pavilion owned by elite warrior orcs, surrounded by numerous beds, chains, and suggestive paraphernalia. Ignored and abandoned, Estelle's despair deepened until the spell binding her was lifted. Any attempt to escape was met with a swift druidic incantation of wing sent her way, ensuring she remained captive among the orcs.

Before long, they began to arrive: seasoned orcs clad in the attire of barbarians, their bodies adorned with cruel scars and intricate scarification tattoos that bore an eerie resemblance to those worn by their mightiest warrior Rugorim. Each orc exuded a primal aura, their muscular forms testament to years of battle and survival in the harsh wilderness. Their eyes glinted with a mixture of cunning and ferocity, hardened by countless skirmishes and victories. As they gathered in the pavilion, their presence alone seemed to fill the space with an oppressive tension, leaving Estelle to face them alone, a captive in their midst. Each was undressing, counting at least five of them as they bore their semi-erect phalluses at her. Full of vigor and putting elves to shame, they were each reaching towards 10 inches each. They surrounded her, orchoods encircling her with the threat looming.

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Tears offered no solace to these beasts, hardened by years of conquering and subjugating countless peoples. Guided by the shamans, Amara was being led to her destination—a private, ornately adorned tent reserved for Rugorim, the tribe's fiercest warrior. Legends whispered of the consequences that might follow once her virginity was taken, though whether these were tales of superstition or truth remained uncertain that was implanted by her people. Rugorim, a hulking figure with formidable stature but lacking in comprehension compared to his peers, awaited had yet to appear. Thankfully spared from the rough treatment reserved for the princess, she stood in the tent's emptiness, surrounded by weaponry and a large fur pelt rug from some monstrous predator. Amidst the starkness, the comfort of the fur rug offered a small solace, a fragile sanctuary amidst the looming uncertainty of what lay ahead.

The air hung heavy with an unsettling silence as the monstrous orc arrived, disrobing along the way nonchalantly to the tents. The elite WorldMaimer tribal member presence alone struck unease into the hearts of most he faced, Red predatory hues tracing over the healer, motioning over the tent as the distance begun to close. "Sttrrippp!! " , addressing with one recognized word uttered by the intimidating creature. Dangling between his legs the scarred phallus that nearly broke the royal before. Thus far she wasn't forced, the beast closing the entrance and left alone now truly with this warrior. Crossed arms with a permanent scowl, would she make the same errors as the elf prior?
 
Estelle was not taking too well to what was about to happen especially since her own healer threw her into the Proverbial fire and she was really upset at that. She hated that the beasts continue to touch her. All she knew is that she would make the healer pay for this when she got her hands on her.

She had no one there to help her not even her knight or her healer she was all alone in this room of strange creatures and she did not want indoor any of that again. “You Will all be lead like pigs to a slaughter when the elves find out what you’ve done to me you filthy plague on the lands they will destroy every last one of you!” her voice was filled with venom hoping to hurt their pride just as they hurt her body. They may have outnumbered her but her pride and file speaking she was at least going to get the last word in before they were trying to do anything to her and hopefully at least scratch them and leave them with more marks that they had. All she could do was hope for Amara we get the same treatment as she did even though now she knew she could not escape her feet she could at least wish the worst on the healer that was supposed to take this pain away from her.

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Amara had no idea if tears would help but she wasn’t crying to gain pity she was crying because she was terrified. At least where she was led to had some sort of decoration it wasn’t like the cell they were kept in. Her eyes were covered and crying and she couldn’t even look around fully as she was led into this place not sure what was going to happen to her so the warrior could see if she was petrified. This room had a carpet of a beast she had no idea what it was but it was better than being only stone in the cold emptiness of a dungeon. Slowly she would walk around but she wouldn’t move from very far staying in place.

The silence was broken when a massive creature casually disrobing would enter the room. Amara let her gaze looked at the floor. When she heard him say strip he could see how she jumped and started shaking again. She wasn’t trying to defy him But she was too scared to even move and he could see how she was clenching her fist to both sides to the point it was so tight she was drawing blood from her own palms. The princess he used before what’s more vocal than this one as she look like prey scared to move in the face of a very fierce predator.

She wasn’t sure what to do and when he told her to strip she would slowly reach out shaking so badly he could see she was having trouble trying to get an article of clothing off and she Continue to cry this year that she was exuding was hard to miss unlike the Royal who demanded to be seen and listen to this one was meek and terrified. Amara could not even find her voice she would try her best to strip but he could see she was having a great deal of trouble with that since her body was just going to fight or flight mode and instead of either of those she was freezing. Her long hair was hiding her face she was trying her best to undo the top she was wearing but she was trembling so badly she could see that she was having trouble gripping anything.

She looked more like a little rabbit before a very fierce wolf about to eat her and she didn’t even try to run away she had given up figuring this was the end of her existence.
 
This pitiful elf threats echoed through the tent, each word dripping with bitterness and venom. Despite her predicament, she refused to show weakness with a spirit unyielding even in the face of our overwhelming numbers. Defiance upon deafened ears, these brawny beasts loomed with predatory stares directed at her. Already it appeared that ambition had fueled them, honored for the opportunity to indulge their pent up lust upon a new toy. Not everyone was a viable breeding option, either due to their feeble constitution , demeanor of the captured or possibly how aesthetically pleasing the women happened to be . These well endowed appendages dangled out, threatening to plunge upon the accommodating orifices of the royal who took the extraordinary phallus without crumbling under duress.

One aggressively grappled the silver locks, smearing the filthy crown against her face and poking at the elegant lips of Estelle. Frustration begun brewing, tugging her hair to bring great anguish. Whenever pain would overwhelm her senses, she would meet the horrific intrusion of his appendage. Fortunately not the nightmare of the first one, inches beginning to invade the confines of her mouth. Squeezing his members, spreading her pitiful lips apart..holstering her as the other penises in attendance start gradually stroking in her presence. Definitely not the thing she envisioned for a fun time

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Tears wouldn't deter Rugorim whom was getting acquainted with the mountainous orc looming. This wasn't the first woman to be terrorized by not only the stature but the general aura of this fearsome entity. A meek creature whom was probably praying to her gods and forsaking everything pertaining to this situation. Noting her state of fright, catching the scent of blood spilling. Though it honestly amused him about the strength of the princess who was vocally on the offensive, Amara since catching her in his crosshairs carried a degree of fascination. Learning she too was touched by the ability to cast magic only sinew his reasoning for such thoughts. Frozen, Rugorim gripped her ther clothes by the midsection, effortlessly tearing her clothes in half and practically was in the nude now. " Guud! " , chiming in..liking what he saw based on the subtle twitch of that monstrous appendage hungering to invade her warm holes. Eying her, motioning those hands the size of her head to approach him..clearly giving a nonverbal command.
 
Pitiful threats were all Estelle had. She was small compared to all of them and there was no way she could actually fight them off all she could do is make herself more wiggly. It was hard for her not to show weakness especially in this type of situation. She was doing her best to try and claw at anyone that got too close. No matter what she did they just will not let her go as a grabbed her long hair pulling it and yanking her in any direction they could considering how small her size was compared to theirs. She was going to do anything to keep them from touching her Estelle did not want to be used again especially after her healer made her whole again.

Among these beats her pointy ears stuck out like sore thumbs. It was right about now she wish she was gifted with some sort of power or defense and here she was trapped being orchandled. No matter what Estelle did they held her hair and moved her to where they wanted and upon feeling another large member push against her she started screaming like a banshee but that did not last very long especially since one decide to go for her open mouth ready and waiting. With her being stretched in every which way Estelle thought this was the end for her and if it was it was a horrible way to die especially since she could not get back at the damn healer who put her in her inWith her being stretched in every which way Estelle thought this was the end for her and if it was it was a horrible way to die especially since she could not get back at the damn healer who put her in this position and she couldn’t even talk these creatures to letting her go to get revenge. At least she hoped they would kill her because the last thing she wanted were for these creatures to breed her especially with her bloodline she would rather die than carry the spawn of these vile creatures using her royal and sacred body. With her mouth now occupied she couldn’t even scream only gag as drool leaked from her mouth and her body quivered while she flailed hoping at least her nails would catch whoever got to close and she wondered if she could actually draw blood from these creatures.

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Amara could not help her tears even if Rugorim was not moved by them. It was apparently her turn and she was terrified she had never been like this with anyone and now he was having her strip and she was so vulnerable standing there and all it took was for him to rip off while she was slowly taking off to make her start sobbing again. Amara had no idea he could pick up the scent of blood but her terror was written across her face as she lowered her head hiding underneath her beautiful silver locks. What Amara did necks with her long hair was put over her shoulders to cover her perky chest and hopefully hide herself from the gaze of this massive creature she couldn’t even look up to see that he was exposing himself to her MRI thought she should comply but she was frozen in fear too scared to even move she was like a rabbit in the face of the hungry Wolf even with him trying to tell her what to do she just couldn’t do it.

“P…please… please don’t make me do this I have magic I can do so much more for you please don’t make me do this can you understand me at all?” Amara wasn’t sure this would work but she had to try she had gifts and he wanted those gifts didn’t he? He could kind of understand and speak with her but she didn’t speak his language and she helped maybe she could at least tell him to explain her situation and even if he could she wasn’t looking up at him she couldn’t take looking at what was going to invade her petite form. Would he take pity on her or would he continue all she could do is hope maybe he spoke some of her language or anything she could understand did these creatures even have a heart or empathy? They were treating her special maybe at least you would listen to her but she had no idea if it would actually work.
 
Formidable creatures accustomed to barbarous warfare would not be hindered by the pathetic strikes by the princess. Evidently it was all futile the moment one became bold enough to grapple her head to secure the elf body for the horrendous things they as a whole had planned. Elves made for one of the best spoils of a skirmish, a most adaptable cocksleeve that can handle something of frightening size unlike many. Unfortunately that didn't necessarily ensured she could retain her sanity, already one handmaiden had become a husk of herself. Once the resilience died within them, most either became catatonic due to the trauma or in rare scenarios got addicted to the pleasure..eitherway their willpower was mostly severed at that point. Which state would Estelle be considered, the orcs eying her like a true feast exclusive to the ones in the tents.

One was blessed early, dousing his orchood with the pleading cries and fluids of the elf forcefully attached to his length. A loud groan passed the lips of the veteran warrior, excitement plastered with a firm grip holstering her head. All she could gawk at would be the green coloration of his groin or a slight angle of a gleeful face from above. Skin built like low quality leather due to accumulation of scar tissue ignored her attacks, instead those hands would feel the callous, thick appendages placed at her palms. Manufacturing the stroking motions, she feel the eerie touch of their filth covered cocks being touched upon. " Ass" " Pussy " , two of the beasts bellowed out laying claim for parts to proclaim for their meat to ravish. Thus far she had not been violated completely, slowly bringing the ruination upon her. This prized elf would be something to cherish slowly.

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Wailing had yet to cease, huffing in annoyance now as she wasn't expressing any other emotions. Something to genuinely get some bemusement from clearly wouldn't occur til his massive members invaded those sacred orifices. Oblivious to her virginal status, looming with him signaling the woman to approach. She had been gifted this honor and thus far forsaken it, gritting his teeth just awaiting for the taste of her body. Averting her gaze wasn't deterring anything, Rugorim examining her body through those feral like hues. The princess possessed a better physique though she wasn't far behind in tantalizing features. Scratching his mane, deciphering portions of her pitiful request. This crying exhibition wouldn't help one as uncultured and as of a different mindset like this feared warrior.

A powerful palm rested on her shoulder, channeling strength to shove her on those frail knees likely accustomed to being a servant. Resting above was the instrument to a meager thought of hopeful pleasure but likely the severing of her magic and health of her body. " Suuk n wii seee! ", butchering the common tongue but enough to showed some reasonable thought. An opportunity unlike for her princess was granted, not immediately fucking this maiden but the impatience was waning. Resisting much longer would force his hand, though her cry for mercy was routine enough to get most of her saying.
 
Estelle to say the least was not having a good time being held by this creature if she couldn’t do anything and it seemed like they could talk with some understanding to her but it was nothing comforting. None of her words meant anything to them or her comfort or her status. When normally her status would grant her some sort of privilege here it meant nothing. She was just a toy to be used and even if she was back to her normal self it would not last. Her heater was taken away and she had no idea what was going on especially now if her healer was gone for good she was going to be stuck in whatever state they left her in.

For now she was a fighter she had no idea how long they would do this to her but she would fight back as much as she could flailing and screaming bloody murder even though no one would come and help her. Not even her knight was there to keep het safe. For now she was a fighter especially since she did not want this and wanted to go back to her kingdom but it didn’t seem like any rescue is coming anytime soon since they were rated on the road. With all of her screams as one decided to use her mouth rendering her speechless and hurting her jaws leaving them aching. And at least shut her up. Hearing what they were talking about with her ass and pussy she had no idea how she could endure this again when those giant invading Gargantua’s cocks threaten to ruin her again all she could do is wiggle wildly but there was nothing she could do at the mercy of them and how they were going to file her fully and truth be told Estelle had no idea how she’d survive round two without exquisite pain.

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Amara on the other hand was facing something completely different. Her tears did not move this beast. She wasn’t trying to move him but she was actually terrified. When his powerful palm rested on her shoulder He could hear her start weeping as she began trembling. The heaviness of the palm made her fall to her knees. What he offered wasn’t taking her Virginity but making her do something she’s never done before. At least that she understood but him to learn she was not very talented as she would tremble leaning forward try to lick him and the taste with some thing she had never experienced before it made her gag on the scent. At least she was trying and even if she was not as beautiful as a princess she still was lovely in her own rights. She was far more innocent than the princess and he could tell this was something she had never done before so she had no idea how he would handle it. He at least knew that if she went through with losing her virginity she had no idea how she would be left At least this was a compromise. For him it might not be the most pleasurable but for the first time she was actually trying even though tears were streaming down her eyes and she was shaking terrified of him the fear palatable. it was at least a better option than fully losing her gifts. But in his eyes he would probably have to teach her how to properly suck.
 
Merciless thoroughly described these primitive beasts. One gripped tightly, weaponizing hair once awe at now for the perfect hilt for maneuvering his monstrous length. Utilizing the tiny mouth for pleasure, most watching in the tent with wonderment on the dismal performance of their prize. Cheeks would puff out, drool would be forming a small puddle with a jaw accommodating to the appendage prying her orally apart. A hearty groan was released by the vile orc, the distance severing with the warriors finally willing to test the waters. Poor Estelle once the grandest prize for bachelors in her kingdom now nothing more than the resident sex toy of monsters. Her hands forcefully experienced the radiating heat of the orc hoods, barely contained within her palms with formidable girth in the way. One motioned from behind while the two manufactured her stroking, soaking in the concrete details of the hardening phalluses' which eclipsed the men she fucked prior to this barbarous encounter.

Helpless in her nudity, one was ambitious to lower his physique downward with the members standing at attention. Wrestling with her hips, an abrupt drop of gravity was the only momentarily sensation to highlight impending danger. Nonchalantly, her nether lips would be hilting about half of the orc up her cherished sex. Spreading and contorting to fit, reddening to the strain as her body was forced to handle something her race was normally unequipped to be embedded with. The tents were secluded with no sounds to resonate, much to the protest of the masses. Most partook in her body except one, lingering while she suffered in her new predicament. For all intents and purposes every miserable hole was claimed barring one, her healed asshole practically winking. Personal imprints of those enormous hands pressed on her asscheeks, spreading to unveil the puckered hole. With brutal lust addling the dull brain, the large warrior firmly shoved..more reckless than most based on the borderline cries of help. The bold bastard went balls deep, 11 thick inches bringing ruination towards her revirginized ass.

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Rugorim merely gawked with expectations, her crying not amusing him. Her status as a healer the only grace where his chaotic impulses would had resolved the matter already. He growled, hovering the meaty appendage which would be sundering her orifices for the pleasures he sought out. Akin to teaching a broken pet, mighty hands accustomed for snapping bones and ligaments grasped at her petite arms. Guiding her, resting the digits pitifully at the girth where the trunk of his orchood loomed. Embarrassing yet necessary, pressing the unwashed crown already doused previously in her princesses juices rubbed against those virgin lips. " Oppn!! " , commanding poorly visibly showing the intimidating canines of the orc as that mouth suddenly opened to mimick the order. Pointing at the objective, not coddling every step. She either try now or be treated like a sleeve trying to desperately battle every inch mouthfucking her.
 
There was no way Estelle could escape especially with so many hands on her and so many members attending her this was not how she wanted to be and yet her healer was not there to stop it or nearby to make sure she was okay after. Her mouth was being stretched so wide she felt like she was going to dislocate her jaw. Even though she was healed the taste in her mouth would not go away. it was vile and disgusting what the hell were they eating in their diet and they even decide to bathe on occasion?

Not only were her holes occupied they even took her hands trying to make her grass their meaty orchoods. She couldn’t even cry or scream with her mouthful but tears are streaming down her eyes and she was being used by so many of them she was royalty and she was being used as nothing more than a sex toy. A part of her was praying that her healer was getting the same treatment. She at least knew that her healer was with the first one who had took liberties with her and figured her healer would at least get some punishment.

With so many of them using her she didn’t notice one not sticky part of it as her eyes were begging him to help as her ass was stretch along with her healed hole. Would she ever be the same after this? If she got out of this alive she plan to torture her healer for letting her be taken but for now all she could do was whimper as they used her pumping in and out of her filling her with her seed as she prayed that she would not get pregnant by any of them that would be an abomination and something she couldn’t live with. They could hear her whimpering and gagging but none of them would stop even tears would not get her out of the situation.

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Amara couldn’t help but cry even though it wasn’t something she was weaponization she was just utterly terrified. Rugorim How to know he was terrifying didn’t he? She was so small compared to him maybe even a little bit smaller than the princess he was able to play with. They shared similar looks which would help in case of a kidnapping she would be thrown to the wolves or the orcs and here she was before him trembling not sure what to do.

What he did next was guided her hands to his massive appendage and all she could do is let him mold her she probably wouldn’t be very fun but she wasn’t going to fight back unlike Estelle who was very wiggly and didn’t take well to instructions but Amara did. She at least would open her mouth and let him do what he wanted so she would gag at the flavor and she had no idea it was the princess and him mix that she was tasting. At least she was following orders though she was new at this and he could easily tell that she had never done this before and even though he was able to get her to open her mouth it was still very small compared to his size as the tears continue to stream down her face she refused to look up at him but what else could she do? Nothing. She had to let this happen but at least this was a blessing as he was only using her mouth that shouldn’t affect her powers or at least she thought it wouldn’t and maybe he understood more than she thought he could so she would try her best with this even though she would be completely terrible at it and it would leave her mouth and jaw very sore.
 
Possessive hands hungered for the flesh of this exquisite offering. The elite of the Orc warband were given tributes frequently, paramount to royalty in the eyes of the denizens. Testing the elasticity of her mouth, the hefty discolored appendage was seeking a moistened, warm home. Belching wouldn't deter the pursuit, cries wouldn't break the lustful concentration. Monstrous palms manipulated her head, bucking his muscular hips to test the gag reflex of the elf. Within the hands of the princess were two girthy members, forcing her to stroke despite every protest. By all estimates this encounter could be one to terminate her, some of the prisoners like one of the handmaidens seen earlier was a shell of her former self...the thousand year stare visible with the gleam in her eyes now deaden.

An audible groan pierced through the gullet of one of the warriors, constricted nicely by the sinew ring of the royals asshole. Slamming his length, the barrier of entry getting loosened through each thrust. On the bottom she was experiencing the frantic uppercut like strikes of the thick meat knocking her where Rugorim previously made into a sheath for that extraordinary size. How they synced up a rhythm nearly in union was a testament of team work but maybe the horror of how often they performed these acts on women. By a few minutes now two-thirds of their phalluses have unearthed her orifices. Haggard breaths, moderate amount of sweat building and precum leaking out. It was a horrifying event, impaling her with enough blunt force trauma to sever the psyche of anyone rational. All eventually succumbed to the pleasure and time was looming in the most painful of ways.


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Finite patience happened to remain in the looming glacier of a creature, eyes aligned exclusively for the fabled woman. Unlike the mouthy elf whose attitude desperately required the brute to silence, obedience even if unwilling was instead indicated by her actions. Following instructions despite all the apprehension felt was very becoming of the healer, facing a immeasurable task before her. Clasping the towering appendage with fright and timidness, she relented to his enjoyment though tears were still advertised around her features. It was a fruitless endeavor, feeble as the oral was something that might rest in her torso once Rugorim was full of excitement.

" Suk ! "

No quarter given, just sheer intimidation with the bulbous crown pressing forward to get her started with the inches. Generosity was granted, bizarre under these circumstances but when were Orcs even this considerate? Was her potential in magic causing a conflict? Secretly remorseful or even cautious if pushed too far? No one thus far got this treatment, making her amid those truly special. Resting a hand over her head, the damned thing encompassing her petite skull as a whole. The orc could end her existence with a full force grip to her melon, splattering her should the mood strike. Instead, rather hilariously the barbarous creature petted her,
 
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