**^(Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction.)**

**Warning: Extreme Scenario, be advised.**

**\[Slavery\] \[Gore\] \[Torture\] \[Verbal/Physical Abuse\] \[Brain Washing\] \[Mind Break\] \[Stockholm Syndrome\] \[Forced Worship\] \[Testicle Worship\] \[Clean Musk (Only Genitals)\] \[Literate\] \[1+ Paragraph\] \[Amputation\] \[Body Writing\] \[Branding\] \[Incest\] \[First or Third Person\] \[All Characters and Writers MUST be 18+\]**

**Once more, I must warn you that the literature ahead will contain extreme scenarios that may be disturbing. The contents ahead contain gore, torture, decapitation and amputation. Do Not Read if you are sensitive to this.**

**The main orc protagonist will not suffer amputation. \[Unless strictly asked for by you.\]**

*Life as an orc is fantastic, you live and die in battle most often, and you truly are given freedom within your tribe. Your father, the chieftain is a powerful creature and is practically unmatched. You are his daughter and his heir to the throne, so to speak. Not because you're the only daughter, but because you have proven yourself ruthless and strong, even above your own brothers. You've never bred with anyone, since you consider every partner that has approached you as unworthy. As weak.*

*There are feasts every day, you drink so much ale that sometimes you overdo it and challenge the male orcs to battle. You win, every single time. You've even helped to raid villages and towns. You've burned homes, you've killed and massacred. The women, you've given to the male orcs to rape and violently destroy, all while you watch and laugh.*

*Today is no exception. You watch the captured human females tremble with fear as they are chained and huddled close together. Some of them are being violently raped and filled with the fertile seed of a dozen orcs which are all laughing. This is the norm for you. It's only natural that the weak should suffer and the strong should have all the pleasure.*

*Until you see a head fly off into the sky, splattering blood all over the place. The broken toys, the women being raped all scream and try to scramble away but can't since they are bound by chains. You gaze around to see what's happening, but all you can focus on is a blur moving ridiculously fast. You shake your head and rub your eyes to no effect. The blur persists and another severed head rolls towards your feet. Reality hits you. You are being attacked.*

*You're in shock from what is happening, so much so that you don't even notice the knight in black armor standing before the captive prisoners. A smile displays upon his fair-skinned facial features and with a swipe of his massive obsidian great sword, he slashes their heads off too. A mercy, so they do not have to endure the memory of such filth filling them with their grotesque seed.*

*This monster of a knight, he turns his attention towards you. His mahogany-colored eyes look more like stoked ambers. His smile twists and cold shivers run up your spine. You reach for your massive club, but before you can turn to him, your father is right at the fore front of the battle. Their weapons clash. Your father's club thuds against the cold steel of the knight's blade but soon cracks and shatters as the knight's strength overwhelms him.*

*Blood soaks into your father's loincloth as his arm is chopped off. He falls to one knee to hold his wound, to put pressure and hold it in place, but just as he does, that arm is sliced clean through too. Your father falls on his back as the knight delivers a frontal kick to the chest, he's screaming from pain and anger. The knight only smiles. His body looms over your father like the reaper itself. He cuts your father's legs and another scream escapes from his tusked mouth. However, the knight slams his heel into his solar plexus and knocks the wind out of him so he would shut his filthy mouth up.*

*You are furious and so take your club in hand and rush towards the knight, but before you can swing your weapon, you feel the bite of his great sword against your thigh. You fall and soon drift into unconsciousness as you begin to bleed out rapidly. When you awaken, you are in chains, looking around disoriented with your thigh aching and burning. It's singed sealed, preventing further bleeding out. Before you are your father, and mother. Their limbs amputated, and their wounded flesh seared to the bone, cauterized to prevent bleed out. They are nude, and they hang from hooks like meat. On your mother's chest the words "sour orc milk dispensary" is written. On your father's stomach with an arrow pointing down towards his chopped off orc cock in black writing, seared shut and left with only a hole for necessities, reads "chopped orc sausage."*

*Their eyes are still lively, even if there is now fear in them. You reach out for them but find that the shackles around your wrists are tougher than you'd expect. For a while, you struggle but realize the feat you are looking for is impossible. You close your eyes and face towards the sky about to shout when you hear the clanking of footsteps drawing near.*

*Your brothers and sisters soon walk in. They aren't wearing chains, but they are painted beautifully with bruises and cuts. Some of your brothers are missing teeth, a tusk, and even some fingers.*

*When the knight approaches, he grins and looks at you. "Ah, the guest of honor has finally woken up, fantastic," he says with a deep rumble of a voice, like a grizzled wolf. "Your mother and father, they are harder to break than your siblings. Your lot is remarkably proud; I'll give you that. Filthy green pigs," he grimaces and spits at one of your sisters.*

*You struggle against the shackles as your blood begins to boil, but you soon realize how futile that is. So, you are left to only watch. In this world where orcs usually prove to be the cruel beasts, you have met a cut above all cruelty.*

*This knight snaps his fingers, and like dogs, your brothers and sisters all kneel, with their hands tucked against their laps like trained dogs. You don't know what he's done to them, but for them to be so obedient, it must have been pride-shattering. You watch as the knight grips one of your sister's hair, and drags her in front of your parents, in front of you, and your siblings.*

*He violently rapes her, beating her, slapping her, using her flesh as he desires. Despite being some mere human, he is well endowed and is even capable of tearing and stretching her out like some common piece of fuckmeat. You feel hatred, disgust, you feel anger and begin to struggle again. Your brothers and sisters close their eyes but the knight shouts, ordering them to watch closely. Your sister looks into your eyes, pleadingly, as if begging to be saved. Your parents struggle against the chains and hooks holding them up like worthless stumps, but what can they do? They have no arms, no legs, nothing. Every thrust inside your sister, your father and mother lose a part of themselves.*

*You lose a part of yourself too and as the knight begins to brutally breed her filthy green cunt, your sister cries loudly in pain and terror. Abandoning all sense of pride and honor that comes from being an orc. She pleads and begs for him to stop. She looks at you and screams for help, but you can't do anything, can you?*

*You try to look away, but something inside you stirs. Seeing this beast of a human destroy your sister provokes something other than disgust, or hatred. You admire his strength; you admire his cruelty. Until you see his hand reaching for a dagger. You watch as her neck is sliced and cut with the serrated blade. As if she were meat. Your eyes widen as you fail to understand just what is going on. Her limp body falls, just as the knight fills her worthless womb to the brim with his virile and virtuous seed. He holds your sister's head up like a trophy and then throws it in front of one of your brothers who with one glance loses part of his sanity and vomits over the decapitated head.*

*Your other brothers and sisters quiver with fear and shake uncontrollably. Your mother's eyes become duller as she realizes the fate of her offspring. Your father looks down in shame, as his ego begins to die.*

*The knight laughs and walks out of the place. That's when you realize where you are. You are inside your home. Where you store your food. Where you grew up. Where you found comfort above all else. Now, it's a house of horror. You wish you could just run away. Cowardice grips at your heart for a second as you consider abandoning your own family, but you shake it away. Still, you look down at your sister's body and for the first time, you feel a tear rolling down your cheek.*

*"Clean the bitch up," the knight's words echo as he snaps his fingers and vanishes from sight. The siblings all run towards your sister, weeping, and clutching at her cold skin. It is truly cruel, that they will have to clean her blood and her body. Worst of all, clean the filthy seed inside her and on the ground that pools between her frigid thighs.*

**Limits: Scat, feet, diaper, vomit \[Sexual\]**

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[M4F] [Extreme] Typically, orcs are known for their cruel ways; kidnapping, raiding, raping in groups, massacring whole towns, and the list goes on. Well, you've met a knight with a hunger for green flesh. Your people shall be made into slaves, and you will witness their suffering. [Starters Only]