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The boat rocked, and everyone who wasn’t used to sailing fell to the side, bodies colliding with each other and into the ship’s mask and railings. Desperate hands grabbed at each other in an attempt to keep each other stable. Those used to the rough waters braced themselves, holding on tightly to anything secured to the ship, not testing the water. The captain manned the wheel, his muscles straining as he turned against the tides, a futile attempt to get to safer, calmer waters. The ship veered to the left, slowly coming out of what had been termed as the Serpent’s Current and into what was known as the Shipyard’s Death, a jiggered rocky area of the sea, significantly foggier than anywhere else in the sea.Pluma looked out her cabin window. The crashing of the dark waves against her window, mixed with the white foam on top, made it hard to see further than a meter away, the foggy window glass doing little to aid her as she scanned the outside waves. Something smacked into the side of the ship, sending Pluma tumbling to the side, out of the corner of her eye, she saw what had hit the ship. A large green spike appeared through her window, several more following as the creature dived into the water again, a sea serpent was right outside her window.As the ship left the current, the serpent turned away, its tail end hitting the ship once more for good measure. Pluma watched as it swam back, playfully greeting a dark, blood-red serpent, its tail intertwining with the others before the two swam off. Pluma leant back against the walls of the ship, the cold sinking through the wood and her clothes and into her skin. Small goosebumps rose over her arms, and she began to shiver. Pluma leaned forward, kneeling on the cold, hard floor of the ship before she shakily began to stand, her body rocked as the waves hit the sides of the ship, the knowledge of what had just happened heavy on her mind. Had that serpent truly wanted, it could have drowned her ship. Pluma finally stood on shaky feet, slowly making her way to her door before climbing the steps until the salty spray hit her face, and she was now on the deck. The salty smell of the sea mixed in the air with something strong, Pluma winced bringing her hand to cover her nose.A chuckle came from her right; Pluma turned her head, noticing one of the ship’s crewmen. He was large, standing well over six feet tall, and her face was directly opposite his navel. The first thing she noticed was he was missing a shirt. He proudly displayed several intricate chalk-white marks over his dark bronze skin, which decorated his unmarred chest to the world. Slowly trailing her eyes up, she finally met his eyes or rather eye, it was golden and held a warmth she had never felt, as well as a hint of mischief. His right eye was scratched closed, almost peacefully, and a large white jiggered scar ran from the middle of his eyebrow down, stopping just before his upper lip. He had a smaller but still large scar that ran over the bridge of his nose. The third thing Pluma noticed about the man in front of her was that he was, in fact, not a man at all, the fluffy ears atop his head a dead giveaway, and the tail that swished behind him was her next tell.A second chuckle brought her eyes away from the bronze-like god, this time, Pluma audibly gasped, unlike the first crewmate, where it took her a moment to realise something was off about him, this one, Pluma could instantly tell, was not human. She wasn’t sure if it was the small horn that stuck out from the centre of his head or the golden pink glow that surrounded his snow-pale skin. Like the first, he was equally large, maybe larger, his arms bulged with the muscles there. His pale skin was covered in black ink, swirled in detailed patterns, unlike the white chalky paint, this ink looked far more permanent to Pluma. His skin was blemish-free; he wore a pair of tight-fitting green trousers and an equally fitting sleeveless green vest secured with a drawstring by the collar, which was fitting for itself life against his pecs. He had long blonde hair that was secured in a loose ponytail, while the first had short black hair that stuck up in every direction as if he had never ever seen a hair comb in his life.The second male was the first to speak, “It sure is a smell”, reaching out a strong hand to physically close her still-open mouth with a wink. The first male gently but firmly slapped his hand away, nudging the glowing male to the side teasingly. This time, he addressed the other male, “Now now Kaede, not in front of the lady” Rune spoke his voice husky as he spoke, Pluma shivered feeling like she had somehow intruded on a private moment.“I-” Pluma moved as the boat swayed, stumbling forward into who she now knew as Kaede, who easily caught her, helping her stand on her own again. “T-thank you. Where are we now?” Pluma finally asked, the map she had seen back in Prideaake, made no mention of the dark and misty waters she was in now, the dry desert-like island slowly coming into view told her wherever she was, it was not where she was meant to be.This time, Kaede spoke, “Ze sea o demons, home tae zae blastit sea serpent! zon foolisch kaptain nifer listens tae our varningkts, human! he disturbit an engrafit zaim bi trafellin zrouch zese kurrent. Rune ve must say zanks. Gae get ze flowers, A vill direct our foolisch kaptain ze r-r-richt pazz before ve are broucht tae our deazz.”The other man who she now knew as ‘Rune’ had left halfway through his speech, disappearing inside. Kaede’s accent was thick and heavy; it took Pluma a second to decipher it, “Death?” She wasn’t sure if she heard right, she hoped she had heard wrong.Kaede replied, “Ay, ze direction he takes us i now iss towarts ze r-r-rocks, aptly namit schipyarts deazz an A dae nein fancy bein her neist meal.”Pluma took a second to take it in, Rune had returned, dropping a small handful of glowing pink and yellow flowers into the water, she watched as they glowed brightly before they touched the water where they then started to fizz up and disappeared into foam, the current washing it back in the direction they had just come from. When the sound of air whizzing past her ears caught Pluma’s attention, her thoughts left her and her eyes shot up from the water to the ship’s railing, where a black arrow was stuck, inches away from her hands. Kaede sprang into action cursing, “Hail lady luck eizzer smiles upon us or frowns, fur ve surfifit ze serpents an passit ze r-r-rocks yet ve haf arrifit tae ze issle o ze lost. Zae fuckin orcs vill haf our heads.”Pluma’s eyes were wide as she watched several more arrows fly over toward her, narrowly missing her, hitting the ship and splashing into the water. Pluma’s eyes never left the sky, watching in frozen terror as more and more arrows landed on the ship, it was only when Rune grabbed her arm and pulled her small body into his large, warm one that her eyes left the sky as Rune shielded Pluma from the rain of arrows, barely flinching as the arrows landed into his thick muscles. The ship rocked, coming to a harsh stop as its hull collided with several underwater rocks, the force of the sudden stop sent everyone on the deck overboard, dunking them into the cold, murky waters.~Time Skip~Pluma awoke, her clothes partially wet and stuck to her skin in a poor imitation of acting as a second skin. Her clothes were torn and bloody, and her head throbbed. Her hand went up to hold her head, only she found she couldn’t move her hands. Her vision was foggy, and she strained her eyes to try and see where she was. Her vision, while fuzzy, she could make several small shapes out in the darkness of wherever she was now, she guessed perhaps a cave by the darkness. All of the shapes she could make out were small, and with a glimmer of hope, she wondered if Kaede and Rune had escaped whatever fate had in store for her. The throbbing in her head worsened and Pluma fell back into unconsciousness moments before the door to her prison opened, and several large green beings stepped inside, their meaty hands grabbing their new prisoners with little care, some even dragging the bodies out while others carried them.~ Elsewhere ~Kaede laid on the beach, the rough water pushing at his back, pressing him deeper into the sand and further up the bank simultaneously. His tail floated in the water every time it came in, the fur at the end collecting sand and debris. Rune found himself on a large rock, his body splayed on it. He groaned as he came too, feeling the bruising along his chest from where he had collided with the rock, his back ached from arrow tips still lodged into his skin.Rune coughed up the seawater, stumbling his way up and towards Kaede, Rune dropped to his feet, his hands shaking along the darker male’s back. “Aye! Wake up! Kaede!” Rune shook Kaede awake.Kaede coughed up a lung’s worth of seawater before he spoke, “w-vat happened? vhere are ve? vhit happenit tae ze schip? ze girl iss sche-?”“No” Rune replied tiredly, looking up and around to figure out where on the Coast of The Vast they were on. “The ship hit the rocks. It’s just you and I”Kaede sat up as he spoke again, his voice ruff from the water inhaled. “we haf tae gae safe her. ze orcs vill eat her, fuck! ye know vhit zey dae tae human!” Kaede exclaimed.“No! we have to save ourselves before we even try to rescue anyone! it’s suicide otherwise!” Rune countered.Kaede looked down, knowing Rune was right this time. “i- A hate it vhan ye're r-r-richt. ve haf tae find away oot o here. maybe ve kan get tae titan?”“Judging by these rock formations, we’re too far away from the Split. We have to get out of sight and off this coast before they come back and search for any more stragglers. And you know they will.” Rune sagely replied.Kaede looked around, assessing where they were before nodding in agreement, “Ay. Let us get tae vork” Kaede spoke as he began to stand. The two slowly searched for anything and everything they could use to get off the beach, building a rough makeshift raft.~ Back in Dhugkadh~Pluma awoke once more, her body sore and tired. As she regained her consciousness Pluma became aware of her current situation, she wasn’t where she had been before, instead, she was now strung up on a stone pillar. Her arms were bound up above her head to two separate arms that stuck out of the pillar. Her legs dangled loosely and her once neat and perfect dress was now in tatters wafting in the light wind. She was now fully dry, the water gone from her body, the salt evident on her clothes, while the wet sticky blood from before had now dried and become caked on her skin, keeping her hair stuck to her skin as well as parts of her torn clothes.Pluma looked around, her head heavy as the weight of her body hung by her wrists. The stone pillar she was on was clearly old if the severe cracks that ran over it were any indication. Along the column were several inscriptions and engravings, shapes and lines that Pluma had no hope of deciphering. Atop the stone pillar was a pair of clearly designed and sculpted arms that jutted out, the stone hands were open the palms facing towards the sky were home to the rope that dug into her wrists.Several figures entered Pluma’s vision. The longer she stared at them, the clearer they became; there were five figures. They were all large and green, all but one had horns, and they had short and pointed ears and fangs that stuck out their mouths. Several of the figures, no the creatures, the orcs, had visible scars and wounds that Pluma could make out.Verthag was the first orc she looked towards. He was the one closest, he had an eye patch over his right eye, but his left eye was a soft dark brown. He wore a loose-fitting shirt with the first three buttons undone, showing off a small patch of fine brown-grey hairs on his chest, he also wore a tight-fitting pair of trousers. His hair was clearly long, the braids going down past their back, adorned with gold rings. Unlike the rest of the beings in front of Pluma, this one had no visible muscles and was the smallest in both height and width. Verthag’s horns were a dark black, they were long and wavy, with small bends clearly noticeable in his horns, stretching out to the side with a minor curve backwards. His face was smooth, and he had a well-looked-after beard that started at his small, pointed ears and covered his chin.Pluma’s eyes shifted to the being next to him, Jreghuh. Unlike the first, he wore no shirt, showing off the dark red patch of hair which covered his muscular chest, he only wore an ill-fitting pair of torn shorts. Jreghuh’s horns grew upwards, curving inwards on themselves. The ends were broken, and the tips either snapped off by accident or ripped off intentionally. Pluma wasn’t sure, and she didn’t want to find out. His horns were a dark orange colour, the ends more reddish than the rest, as if there was dried blood on them. Jreghuh’s hair was thick and a light orange to match his horns, they were also braided like Verthag’s, but unlike Verthag’s, the strands were collected into a large ponytail. His face was rough and red, covered in open wounds, pimples and a rash. His mouth was permanently open, the size of his teeth forcing his lips to expose his teeth at all times. Jerghug’s eyes were dark blue, and beneath his left eye was a small trail of fresh red blood.The next orc Pluma looked towards was different. The one in the middle was the most intimidating to her, Glasha. This one, unlike the rest, had no horns. Her lips were dark blood red, a silver lip ring sat in the middle of her lower lip, two of her sharp teeth, fangs, jutted out of her closed lips, and the base of the teeth smudged red from her lipstick. She wore a translucent shirt that covered her neck, collar bones and arms but exposed her large breasts and stomach to everyone. Pluma looked down, her eyes zeroing in on Glasha’s dark green nipples before a gruff laugh snapped her eyes away. Glasha wore a pair of what looked to be Pluma leather trousers, showcasing strong, thick, muscular thighs. Glasha had three cuts along her left cheek; they looked to have come from a scratch or some animal. Her perfect eyebrows were pulled inward in a deep frown as if whatever she was looking at was disgusting and wrong. Her dark black hair was coiled into thick braids, like Verthag’s, it was also adorned with golden rings and clips. Glasha’s chest had a small but still thick smattering of hair, growing over the tops of her breasts and dipping between the two large globes, thinning out over her stomach and trailing down into her tight trousers, Pluma’s eyes followed the trail of hair, her eyes landing on the bulge hidden beneath Glasha’s trousers. Glasha lifted her hands, showing off the large glittering knife, Pluma’s core throbbed at the sight, her pussy clenching on nothing. Pluma’s eyes went back to Glasha’s face only now noticing the gold and red nose ring, her eyes scanned the female orc’s face again before Pluma’s green-grey eyes catching on Glasha’s blood-red eyes before darting away to the next orc.The next orc had the most horns out of all of the orcs present. He, Nildud, had two medium-sized horns that stood straight and proud behind two small horns. Nildud’s hair was straight, a dark blue, a stark contrast to his sky-blue eyes; his hair was secured in a tight, high ponytail. He wore a simple grey-black vest, with dark black hairs peeking out from the top underneath his vest and a plain pair of simple trousers. His face was covered in brown-black freckles, trailing down his neck and stopping over his shoulders. His head was tilted as if he was examining Pluma, yet his facial expression showed disinterest. His left hand held a lit piece of paper, a steady waft of light smoke coming from it; Pluma wondered what it could be, watching as Nildud lifted the item to his mouth, inhaling deeply before blowing a puff of smoke in her direction. Her eyes watched his mouth; his lips were painted a shiny black, and like Glasha, he too had two large fangs jutting out from the bottom, the base smudged black instead of Glasha’s red. He had two matching piercings at the corners of his lips, the studs black like his lips they shifted as he inhaled the smoke and blew it out again, the piercing moving each time his mouth shifted. He had a faint beard, the hairs almost a dusting over his face.Lastly, the largest orc stood to the far back, Ghamborz. He wasn’t the largest in height; that right was given to Nildud, but he was the fattest of them all. His body was all fat and muscular, he had no shirt on and wore a similar pair of ill-fitting torn pants as Jreghug had. His horns were medium-sized, they were red-brown and curled down and inwards on themselves like a coil. His hair was a curly red-brown and covered his face almost like a mane, blending in with his scruffy, thick beard. Ghamborz’s face was a permanent scowl, snarling towards anyone and everyone, especially towards Pluma, showing off sharp yellow stained teeth. Like Jreghug, his face also had several open wounds and pimples. However, his was to a lesser degree than Jreghug’s. Ghamborz’s pimples and wounds were also present on his lower neck and upper chest, the large pimples red and angry. He had pale blue eyes, and his left eye had a significant burn scar over it, the muscle red and agitated. Like Glasha he had a golden nose ring and a silver knife similar to hers.The one in the middle stepped forward, holding the knife and licking their blood-red lips as they spoke, “Hevam” She spat the word out, “You are hwiiy aellei ieiuqh warp drive avaihh'etrehh-capable rrhiet khina kushana daiplao mnei waters?” her voice was a growl, “Taeth 'nhqh 'hh Glasha, aellei hveolhaonn htaodt'ia'rhoinnie uaefvalhuneitrde'h'n ieiuqh ra'lachnofv shad elet ve you are hwiiy kushana ta taeresam iudaiht ahefvi,” she sneered.Slowly, Glasha approached Pluma, her knife glinting in the harsh sunlight. Glasha lifted her knife, slashing at the remains of Pluma’s clothing, letting the fabric float slowly to the ground. Glasha helped her clothing fall down to the dirt, yanking at the persistent strands caught on her body, not caring at the yelp that left Pluma’s mouth.“TAMMOH!” Yelled the large fat orc.The fourth orc that Pluma had looked at spoke this time, “Ah hush Ghamborz, lliu hvaedroalh aeulleakjs'hnvaeh'n ssraei iudaiht uaefvalhuneitrde'h'n deaf” The orc chuckled at his comment, receiving a menacing eye roll from Ghamborz in return.The smaller orc spoke up, “Idh maihi Nildud. taome ulleinvs'hhwiemn you are hwiiy hlmnae iebhe iudaiht antagonise Ghamborz e at once hwill.” the orc looked towards Glasha and spoke again, “Glasha, aeek'h'i 'hh ehdhihss plans swai kjumnaihsou io?” the orc queried.“Diamn ehdhihss gentle io, io aeih iudaiht wonder ve you are hwiiy 'oh really?' hra'vae? Io hvaedroalh aeulleakjs'hnvaeh'n Verthag,” Glasha spat out. “Ehdhihss scouts 'nhdl some nta'fviy reason votha tendaerenh papers haje kjumnaihsou io. Ehdhihss di'hwathech wants aeulleakjs'hnvaeh'n iudaiht umaere a'e. T'hea are ehdhihss best interrogators ehwiyhwe'lmniuhfi'hwhueiurrr'at aei.” She smirked, Verthag shrunk in on himself at that, nodding at her words before circling Pluma’s body.“Jreghug” Glasha spoke, turning around to address the orc, “Ehdhiss papers” Glasha stuck her hand out waiting for the item she requested.“Nadev Mly” Jreghug taunted, all but throwing several papers in her direction, “veSDI' chepchugh ghu'vetlh Frolocand” He taunted some more.“Uhm, rhaau idhaeiiiaekssrai ikjrhes supposed iudaiht araemna iudaiht Dustbrooke ueiik'h'unhr Deawizain aellei Devphonds” Verthag piped up, collecting the papers from Glasha to sort them before handing them back.“Yeah, Jreghug payr’t you hwiiy faerla?” Nildud taunted.“Llilla'hu!” Glasha snapped. Her outburst stopped Jreghug from jumping both Nildud and Verthag. “You are hwiiy grukhai nim fucking taith!” Glasha commented, flipping through the pages before turning to Pluma again. “hveolhaonn htaodt'ia'rhoinnie efvaidrillta'rhdhiyta'ejealluoierrr' you are hwiiy io keep time as a clock seijea, hevam, aeek'h'i purpose raed'aeusnnta'jhiy you are hwiiy iekil'eirh going iudaiht ehdhihss reothikh hvaedroalh ehdhihss ueieunhnnaith?” Glasha commanded, dragging her knife gently over Pluma’s cheek, letting the blade press gently into her skin until a bead of blood rolled down her pale white skin.Pluma sobbed, the pain new to her and unbearable. “I” She gulped, shivering from where she hung, “Please I don’t understand” Pluma begged.“Ta'hwswai's ahht exert rhudh, Glasha,” Verthag spoke up.“Let’s neh rad 'oh out of ghah” Ghamborz growled out, stepping toward Pluma with his own knife.“Jih qochbe', nuqjatlh’s to jatlh ghah does yaj mah 'ej is neh lying?” Jreghug agreed with Ghamborz.“Ehdhihss di'hwathech,” Nildud started, “Htaodt'ia'rhoinnie ehwiyhwe'lmniuhfi'hwhueiurrr'at aihei. Diæ?”
He finished, his eyes glittering with his intentions.“Ehwiyhwe'lmniuhfi'hwhueiurrr'at o’t hrhae t'hea couldn’t taortuu a'e” Glasha smirked back.Pluma looked up, lifting her head from where it hung, her senses going wild at the sudden change of attitude between the orcs. Glasha removed her knife, stepping back while Ghamborz and Jreghug took her spot. Ghamborz’s rough, large hands grabbed at her thighs, his meaty hands spreading her legs open for Jreghug, before Pluma could beg them to stop, Nildud’s hand came up to her mouth, holding back her vocal complaints, at the same time pressing his lit cigarette out on her shoulder, before dropping it to the ground. Jreghug’s thick fingers pressed into her thighs before running over her pussy, he smirked, finding her pussy wet to the touch. Without hesitation, he pressed a finger into her hole, sinking the green digit into her twitching body until he physically couldn’t press any deeper. He wiggled his finger around before pulling out again, only to press back in and repeat his past actions. In and out his finger would go until he was satisfied, he could slip a second in.Ghamborz grew restless, pushing his own finger inside along with the two from Jreghug, Ghamborz wetted his finger using Pluma’s own wetness, pulling out after a few strokes he circled at her asshole, grunting as Pluma wiggled desperately to get away.“Don’t vabdot nid, tlhih sov tlhih neh thi” Ghamborz hissed at her.Ghamborz pressed his finger in once he was done speaking, sinking his thick index finger in her asshole. For once, he was merciful, keeping his finger still for a brief second before he pulled back out and shoved his finger back inside her. Jreghug and Ghamborz worked in a messy tandem, as one pulled out, the other pushed back inside her hole, slowly forcing her holes open for them. Nildud’s free hand finally moved, cupping one of Pluma’s breasts he began to gently massage her breast, that is to an orc’s standard, his fingers rubbing over her nipple roughly, sending pleasurably yet painful mini shock waves through her body. Pluma’s body acted on its own accord, her muscles tightening as her orgasm was ripped out from her.“Iudaiht here hrrau'khir, nourish oneself agollhahu oneself agollh”, Nildud spoke, his hand running down from her breasts over her stomach to her pussy, his fingers pushing away Jreghug’s own fingers. Nildud’s fingers dipped into her still twitching hole; he groaned as he felt her walls clench over his fingers, as he pulled out, his fingers crooked to scoop out her own cum bringing his fingers to her lips, not waiting for her to answer, he pushed them in. Smearing his fingers over her tongue before cupping her jaw and pursing her lips open, he spat onto her tongue.Ghamborz without warning pulled her body down, straining her shoulders and wrists from the sudden action, Pluma looked down horrified to see all the orcs had gotten naked in her distraction. Ghamborz had pulled her down enough so that he could comfortably push his cock into her.Pluma looked around, her eyes hazy from the pain and lust running through her blood, her eyes unintentionally drawn to their cocks, taking each one in with terror and lust. Ghamborz’s cock was short like he was. However, his was the widest, the girth sending shivers down Pluma’s back. Verthag’s cock was slim and long; it curved slightly to the side, it was the prettiest one there, Pluma thought to herself. Her eyes flickered to the side, Nildud’s cock was long and thick, at least the size of her fist if she had to guess, with one prominent vein she could see that ran over the top. Pluma looked at Jreghug’s cock next it was similar to Nildud’s but more wrinkly as if his cock had extra skin. Its tip was obscured by the extra skin. Finally, Pluma looked up at Glasha, expecting to find the area smooth Pluma had to hold back her gasp, her eyes hadn’t lied to her earlier, Glasha’s cock was the prettiest Pluma was sure of it, her cock looked as if it was created by the gods. Her cock was a silky-smooth green, it curved at the right angle, she was thicker than Nildud but not more than Ghamborz’s, her length was almost as long as Pluma’s forearm, her balls were round and shiny, and there were at least two raised veins that Pluma could see on Glasha’s cock, and she wondered how it would feel in her pussy.Glasha laughed, “Inform fraeta aeulleakjs'hnvaeh'n aeek'h'i t'hea ssraei, aellei t'hea’ll sk you are hwiiy aeek'h'i you are hwiiy hwoimne'liu fvakhev hnaifv, a little khiilalev whore”, she spoke, strutting towards Pluma, the men around her leaving her body open and exposed now that their hands were gone from her skin.“Please! Let me go I don’t know what you want!” Pluma regained her voice once Glasha spoke, still not knowing what they were saying to her. She regained her effort, thrashing her body in a desperate attempt to break the frayed ropes around her wrists and pillar.Once again, Pluma’s body was grabbed, held open and still. Verthag was behind her, his hands holding her breasts, pulling her back into the cold stone pillar, Ghamborz held her left leg, pulling the limb into his sweaty chest, while Jreghug held her right, pressing her leg into his chest. Nildud covered her mouth once more, his other hand wrapping around her throat, forcing her chin to rest on his hand. Glasha approached Pluma, her cock swaying as she moved, hypnotising Pluma’s eyes. Glasha stopped in front of Pluma, their breaths mingling in the warm air. Glasha brought up her knife once more, this time dragging the duller edge between Pluma’s breasts, sliding it underneath her left breast before dragging it under her right. Glasha flipped the blade, pressing the tip to the underside of Pluma’s right breast, letting the sharp, small tip lightly pierce her flesh there. Glasha dragged the knife up under the curve of her breasts, leaving a thin, streaky line of fresh blood in her wake. Glasha smiled, pleased with the result; she leaned in, her tongue peeking out from her lips, and she licked up the line of blood, sucking on Pluma’s skin and moving up to her nipple, where Glasha sucked her nipple into her mouth.Glasha sucked on Pluma’s nipples switching between the two while her other hand softly dragged her knife over Pluma’s pale white skin, letting the sharp edge easily sink into her skin and cut through her flesh, painting her flesh a bright red, smearing the blood as she moved the knife back and forth drawing her clan’s signet over her stomach. Glasha stepped back, her lips bloody and swollen; she admired her work on Pluma’s body, her hand went to her cock, stroking it as she dropped her knife to the ground. Glashes stepped forward once again, Ghamborz and Jreghug pulled Pluma’s legs wider letting Glasha’s body slot in between her legs, her cock now pressing against her pussy.As if reading her mind, Ghamborz used his knife to cut the rope that held Pluma up, letting her body fall and impale herself on Glasha’s cock. Pluma’s bound wrists dropped, her shoulders screaming in pain, while her pussy walls convulsed at the sudden intrusion. With Pluma no longer strung up, Glasha pressed her back into the stone pillar, pinning her body to the pillar. Glasha’s hands pulled Pluma’s legs free from the two male orcs, wrapping them around her waist, her left hand went to hold Pluma’s hip while her right hand found its way over her breast. Glasha pulled her hips back, dragging her cock out over her walls until just her tip remained, threatening to slip out. With one brutal thrust, Glasha sheathed herself back inside Pluma’s warmth. Nildud’s hand left her mouth, travelling down Pluma’s stomach, only stopping once his fingers brushed over her swollen clit. Without much effort, the two broke Pluma over the edge, yet Glasha didn’t stop. Instead, she began to thrust harder and faster, chasing her own release. Glasha came with a loud roar, only muffling it by biting into Pluma’s shoulder, sinking her teeth deep into her flesh, ignoring Pluma’s yelp of pain.“Atsaen valhthealh idhaeiiiaekssrai htaodt'ia'rhoinnie uaefvalhuneitrde'h'n u'ti compliant,” Glasha commented, slipping her glistening cock out of Pluma’s hole, wiping the blood off her face, and holding Pluma by her hips. “illdud, ieiuqh turn back haeiul'llhnae” Glasha commented, stepping back once more to observe the scene.“Hvaedroalh hsouh.” Nildud grabbed Pluma by the throat once more, holding her up by just her throat, sneering at her as he spoke, “Aeek'h'i iuyih raed'aeusnnta'jhiy you are hwiiy iekil'eirh going iudaiht ehdhihss reothikh hvaedroalh ehdhihss ueieunhnnaith?”Pluma looked up at him through misty eyes, her mouth unable to open and her mind reeling from what had just happened.“Verthag, siaeqh don’t hwiiy colare a'e iudaiht dhroi. Dhroi Nildud.” Glasha called out.Verthag came around from the pillar, with hidden strength he easily pushed Pluma forward and into Nildud, before taking her weight from the taller orc onto himself. Once more the two orcs on her side grabbed at her legs, forcing them open as far as they could. Pluma shivered, the new position she was put in had her feeling Verthag’s cock against her ass and the warm air over her pussy. With one hand Verthag easily held her up, shifting to position his cock at her barely stretched entrance while Nildud did the same in front of her.“No! No wait!” Pluma futilely begged.Neither orc listened, Verthag lowered her down both his and Nildud’s cocks. Thankfully both orcs allowed Pluma a small bit of rest, letting her body sat atop their cocks for a minute before Verthag was lifting her once more.“Hveolhaonn'll efvaidrillta'rhdhiyta'ejealluoierrr' at once hwill u'ti,” Nildud commented, his hands on her breasts, pinching both her nipples in each hand. “Aeek'h'i ikjrhes ehdhihss purpose hvaedroalh ieiuqh warp drive avaihh'etrehh-capable rrhiet khina? Hærh? Dhhaol transport beam nniet?” Nildud asked. Pluma’s mouth felt heavy, her voice wrecked and gone, she looked towards Nildud, her eyes pleading. “Yuuhhai. Maybe Ghamborz payr pull ta'hwswai etreimnai hvaedroalh you are hwiiy.” Nildud sneered.Nildud tweaked Pluma’s nipples harshly, twisting them and pulling them as if he were trying to rip them off her body, leaving them red and sore once he let go. His hands joined Verthag’s on her hips, working in tandem to lift and drop her body onto their cocks, unlike before, with Glasha not caring if she came or not. It didn’t take long for Verthag to come, his warm seed flooding her asshole, all but pushing his cock out with the pressure. The second Verthag had pulled out, a large drop of his cum fell to the ground. Without a second thought, he scooped it up without care before pushing the handful of his load and dirt into Pluma’s mouth. Nildud came watching as Verthag fed her his cum.Nildud was pulled away harshly by Ghamborz while Jreghug pushed Verthag aside, not bothering to catch Pluma as she fell. All five orcs stared at her crumpled form before Jreghug sighed and picked her up, his face a grimace as he supported her body with his own. Almost immediately, as if the two had been patiently waiting for their turn, Ghamborz showed off his knife once more, licking the sharp edge, letting the blade cut into his tongue and collect his own purple blood that spilled from the cut while Jreghug wasted no time, pressing his aching cock inside her asshole, his entrance lubricated by Verthag’s cum. Ghamborz dragged his knife over the cuts made by Glasha, only this time pressing harder, letting the blade sink deeper into her body, forcing more blood to rush out of her. The further his blade slipped inside her torso, the harder he pushed. Ghamborz scanned her torso, assessing her various cuts before smiling, showing off his yellow teeth, taking the blade out of her current cut only to press the tip into a new hole, letting it sink in before pulling out and pressing back in, his cock twitched as he watched his knife fuck in and out of her wound. Glasha stepped forward, rolling her eyes as she grabbed for Ghamborz’s cock, pulling him until he was pressing at her entrance.“Araemna innaehv cum hrrafv a'e valhthealh, aehjaeih ieiuqh nhaai araemna iudaiht exert rhudh prep hrrauta hvaedroalh spilling fvi a'e dhhaol nim you are hwiiy u'rohvi rhi seconds a'eyaa oaeeueaeaith doing”, Glasha whispered in his ear, snickering. “hwiiy too, Jreghug, aehjaeih ta'hwswai araemna iudaiht exert rhudh” Glasha rounded Pluma’s body, her hands pulling at Jreghug’s hips until his cock slipped out of her ass and guided him to her front, pushing his cock inside alongside Ghamborz’s until they were both inside their tips pressing at her womb. Glasha turned to look at Pluma’s ass, “Ta'hwswai dei uaefvalhuneitrde'h'n a shame oneself nhraikaefh iudaiht leave behind haenither kjumnaihsou pretty hole become empty nhrai'afvu e hwoimne'liu drihaen,” She mumbled more to herself, pushing her cock inside her asshole. Glasha groaned, “Hveolhaonn payr crawae hwiiy both” she moaned, pressing her cock deeper, forcing Ghamborz and Jreghug’s cocks deeper, nudging at the tight ring of muscle by her womb until finally their tips slipped inside, Pluma screamed at the intrusion, her head falling back onto Glasha’s shoulder as she passed out. “fvadt whore payr’t even hwoimne'liu lokhos handle a ojmhi imirrhlhhse”” Glasha growled, “arrie a’e proper imirrhlhhse boys” Glasha commanded Ghamborz and Jreghug.All three began to thrust into Pluma’s holes without rhythm, Ghamborz’s knife still slipped in and out of the hole he had created the blade a mixture of red and purple. Ghamborz was the first to cum of the three, his thick cock jumping inside as his hips pressed harder against Pluma’s hips, pushing his cock as far inside as he could inside her womb as he came before pulling out and stepping to the side. The twitching from Ghamborz’s cock against Jreghug’s own sent him over the edge, also pressing his cock as deep inside her womb as he could get, following Ghamborz once more as he also pulled out and left Pluma’s body to slump against Glahsa’s. Glasha pulled out. Letting Pluma once more fall to the floor.“Ihdhueeerr'unhr rrh a'e oiiuhw'udssyrh,” Glasha commanded. All four orcs were quick to grab a part of Pluma’s body and lift her up so that her mouth was in line with Glasha’s cock. A hand pried her mouth open while another hand pressed her head over Glasha’s cock, forcing her unconscious body to suck on her cock.Fate had to be cruel as Pluma woke then, her eyes bulging and her throat constricting around Glasha’s cock. Pluma’s mind was conflicted, terrified, yet her pussy ached, clenching around nothing. Her tongue traced the veins over her cock with desperate lust, drool slipping down the corners of her mouth. The ache in her side was almost unnoticeable with Glasha’s cock in her mouth. The hand that held her head flat pulled her up, manually moving her head over the cock in her mouth, not caring if she could breathe or not. The handheld her head flush to Glasha’s hips as she came, her cum flooding her throat and mouth, once more Pluma passed out, her mouth going lax and the cum spilling onto her chest, Glasha’s thighs and the ground.Glasha tsked at the mess, not caring that Pluma lay on the ground unmoving this time. “Khhe. Moskhhe ahefvi oiiuhw'udssyrh”, She demanded, Nildud was the fastest, pushing the rest out of his way, kneeling before Glasha, his tongue eagerly cleaning up her cum. Glasha looked towards Pluma, her foot pressing to Pluma’s side getting no reaction, “Amnaei a’e a’eyaa” Glasha ordered while walking away.