<strong>Aleria</strong><br/><br/>Some time later, she couldn't be sure how long she was alone and miserable, she could hear orc grunts and barks coming from outside, as two youger orcs entered the tent and sneered and laughed at her position. They wore only loincloths and seeing her violated form dangling from the pole quickly made their poles spring to attention. They weren't as large as the barbarian who deflowered Aleria, but still somewhat aboe a human adult's size. They spoke in orcish and laughed, a laugh that could very well be at her expense. They soon flanked her and groped her powerless body, squeezing and pinching her sensitive parts and slapping her curves, one running his rough hand down her soft red bush and pressing a finger into her abused channel. The orcs, who might have been brothers for all she knew as they looked the same to her, kept assaulting her with their hands while their filthy cocks rubbed against her from the sides, and they licked and nibbled on her neck and shoulders, leaving their disgusting saliva on her creamy white skin, along with some bite marks as well. The hand that rubbed her below gave her no rest, nor did the finger wiggling inside her. Over their grunts and slurping, she could barely make out any sound from the outside, but she could sense that there was movement in the camp outside, and several orcs gathering. Could they all be waiting to have their way with her?