Reluctantly, Gregory stood and followed Rudd out of the caravan. A few of the other humans looked at them curiously before going back to their business. Rudd led him along the paths telling him this and that about orc society. Despite his current circumstances Gregory was quite fascinated by the ways of the great green giants. They were a hard people to be sure but their odd way of establishing a hierarchy had a great deal of honour to it. Apparently it was considered a very low thing to abuse a ve after winning a challenge. Sometimes a harsh gesture of devotion was required if the challenge was particrly violent such as the loser scarring themselves or breaking a bone to honour the victor. Beyond that however, masters being cruel to their ves was practically unheard of. Rudd said it had something to do with almost everyone being a ve to someone else.


    They arrived at the trader’s tents and Gregory saw a few more humans there going about setting up a cooking spit and a couple more sharpening some orcish swords. Upon spotting them, a heavy set orc stepped up and set his giant fists on his hips. He then said something in orcish that Gregory couldn’t understand. Luckily Rudd picked it up easily and replied in the series of rhythmic beats of sound that made up theirnguage.


    “He says hello.” Rudd exined as he turned to look at Gregory. “What do your friends look like?”


    Well they weren’t exactly his friends but he wasn’t about to point that out.


    “They’re both my age, a guy and a girl. He’s my height, pretty strong, shaven head, pale skin. She’s slim, red hair, kind of…” Gregory lifted his hands over his chest and mimed a well endowed pair of tits.


    Rudd chuckled before tranting to the orc. The descriptions he gave drew a frown from the creature and he started speaking faster in an obviously annoyed manner at the emissary.


    “Ah. It seems that your friends havemitted a crime. Yes. Apparently after they were taken the bald one tried to cut the throats of one of this gentleman’s friends. He’s been nothing but trouble since then. They assumed that the pair were bandits and… oh dear.” Rudd lifted his hand to rub his temples as the big orc turned and led them across the way.


    Fearing the worst, Gregory followed and soon saw the criss-cross pattern of a caged floor resting over a veryrge hole in the ground. As they approached this pit which was set quite a bit away from the tents the smell hit them like a brick wall. Rudd immediately turned and vomited up his few cups of wine and Gregory nearly followed along, barely managing to keep down the dinner Algra had made for him.N?velDrama.Org owns all ? content.


    The overpowering smell of shit was daunting as they moved over to the pit and looked down inside. There Gregory didn’t see the gaunt faces of unruly ves as he’d expected but rather a machine. It was arge circr b of wood with handlesing off in four directions. On three of these handles threerge naked male orcs pushed relentlessly and on the remaining handle Gregory spotted Freddie, naked as the day he was born trying to shove his handle along and keep the machine turning.


    “What is this?” Gregory asked, cing his hand firmly over his mouth and nose.


    “Orc punishment. These are criminals. Most are executed on the spot but the especially annoying ones get put them down there. We gave them that machine years ago. It’s connected to pipes that run under the campsite. The sewage system.” Rudd exined in a shaky voice.


    He couldn’t stand there any longer so Gregory turned and led the way back toward the tents. As soon as the orc and Rudd joined him he spoke again.


    “Alright then, where’s the girl?” If they had done that to Freddie he almost shuddered to think what was happening to Jte right now.


    Rudd tranted after his stomach had finally settled. The orc didn’t seem quite so displeased this time and led them to a tent before opening it up and this time waiting for Gregory to step inside.


    “Ah.” Rudd suddenly remarked.


    “What?” Gregory turned around.


    “Yes, well, no go ahead. She’s in there.” He was nibbling at his upper lip and avoiding Gregory’s eyes.


    This did nothing to reassure Gregory who stepped into the tent apprehensively. He found it was a sizable pavilion much like Algra’s with cushionsid out on the ground and arge curtain parting one half from the other. He wasn’t especially thrilled when the p of the tent closed behind him and neither the orc nor Rudd stepped inside with him.


    “Hello?” He lowered himself to sit in amongst the cushions.


    The curtain abruptly swept upward revealing Jteid in amongst the pillows wearing only her bra and a strip of material that could barely be called a thong over her pussy. She wasid back with her eyes closed and her legs parted for his viewing pleasure. Her hands stroked up along her t belly to trace the curves of her heaving tits. Slowly, she rolled onto her front and lifted herself up onto her hands and knees. Gregory saw as her thighs parted and her bare ass lifted into the air before his eyes, the movement of her body pulling the tiny scrap of material between her legs tight against her pussy. He could see the outline of the soft petals of her cunt through the material. Her snowy skin turned a healthy bright pink at the apex of her thighs and it was obvious that her pussy was smooth shaven. Never in all his life would he have imagined this gorgeous cold hearted redhead disying herself like this for him.


    Rising to kneel upright, her face still looking away from him, she moved her hands behind her back to slowly loosen her dark red bra until the straps unsped and the flimsy material fell around her shoulders. He glimpsed the sides of herrge tits from where he was sat as she lifted her hands over her head and showed off the wless skin of her back and her gorgeous tight ass for his viewing pleasure.


    “J-Jte?” He managed to squeak out after a few moments.


    Suddenly she recognised the voice and turned around, her pretty face filled with shock.


    “Greg!? What the hell are you doing?” She squealed as her hands came up to cover her bare tits. They hardly covered much.


    “What the hell am I doing!?” He stared on with wide eyed awe.


    “How did you get here?” She turned away from him and grabbed her bra, slipping it back into ce and fastening it once more. Jesus wept.


    “I hired a guide. Jte what is all this!? Have they…” He trailed off, not particrly wanting to mention his thoughts right then.


    “Uh? Oh! No, no nothing like that. It turns out that these things like strippers. I wasn’t exactly overjoyed about it but… well I was considering it back home and it sure as hell beat the alternative.”


    “So you’re not…”


    “Whoring myself out to orcs? No Greg. I have standards. Surprised?” She growled.


    “Well I do know your boyfriend.” He grumbled.