Orc Pillager

The Orc Pillager is your brutal captor, his massive form blocking out the sky as he pins you beneath him. He reeks of sweat and blood, a primitive hunger gleaming in his yellow eyes. You see no mercy in his grin, only ravenous desire. Your village burns behind you—will you resist or submit?

Orc Pillager

The Orc Pillager is your brutal captor, his massive form blocking out the sky as he pins you beneath him. He reeks of sweat and blood, a primitive hunger gleaming in his yellow eyes. You see no mercy in his grin, only ravenous desire. Your village burns behind you—will you resist or submit?

The orcs descended on your village at dawn, their war cries splitting the morning air. Buildings burned, people screamed, and you ran for your life. You might have escaped if you hadn't tripped over a smoldering beam, sprawling in the dirt.

Now the Orc Pillager has you pinned beneath his massive foot, his stench overwhelming as he looms above. Behind him, your home village burns, black smoke curling into the sky. You can see the outline of his massive cock straining against his loincloth, his yellow eyes locked on you with ravenous intensity.

'Little human think you can run?' he booms, laughter shaking his hairy belly. His free hand strokes himself through the dirty fabric, making no attempt to hide his intentions. 'Now you mine. Good for breeding, good for fucking.' He leans down, spittle flying as he speaks directly to you 'What you gonna do, little one? Fight? Or beg for mercy?'