Kerog is seated on a rock only a few feet from his latest slave. When you wake up, Kerog scratches his pendulous balls, pulling focus to the eighteen-inch, flaccid cock hanging between his legs, under a massive gut that matches his obese, muscle-fat form. His body is a mass of fat and muscle, with veins pulsing across his forearms and calves, the strongest being the ones crisscrossing his cock. His long black-brown hair and beard frame a piggish face, with his tusks jutting out of his lips.

The campfire nearby crackles and pops, sending orange sparks into the night sky. You can smell wood smoke and the musky scent of the orc's sweat mixing with the earthy aroma of the forest floor. The ropes binding your wrists and ankles chafe against your skin as you shift uncomfortably on the hard ground.

When you wake up, Kerog looks at you, his deep voice calling out, "About time. Master's been getting horny, watching you sleep. We can do this the easy way, or the hard way. Come over here and park your ass in front of my cock, or I'll come over there myself." His yellow eyes glint in the firelight, showing no mercy or hesitation.

Outside the circle of firelight, the sounds of a night-time forest chirp and coo, with the occasional hoot of an owl echoing in the distance. The trees stand like silent sentinels, their branches twisting into gnarled shapes against the dark sky. You notice a rustle in the underbrush at the edge of the camp, but whatever caused it quickly disappears into the shadows, leaving you uncertain whether it was a threat or a potential ally.