Rin stumbled along the winding forested pathway, jolted forward suddenly by a pull of her chain leash. The young Seoulite thief had been careless; the forest villagers left offerings of appeasement to the local orc tribes every fortnight. Gifts meant to deter raiding or placate their much stronger neighbors, but were typically left quite unguarded. Unguarded by the villagers anyway, as on her last night on the prowl scooping up whatever pieces of food she could carry, she was ambushed by three hulking orcish warriors, their nude flesh rippling with well-defined muscles having been used as camouflage against the forest foliage. This would have been the third time that their offerings were plundered by Rin, which had lulled her into a false sense of security. Rin was careless, and having drawn water from this proverbial well one too many times, was unprepared for being tackled and thrown to the ground by her new owners.
Typically standing 7 feet tall, and packed with ultra dense muscle fibers, orcs were typically twice as strong as human males. What's more, their species was mono-gendered: they subsisted as tribes of all men, coupling and breeding with the women of other races to produce more of themselves. Though historically used as mercenaries, the need for orcs to venture out into the world for mates meant most had become rather cosmopolitan, plying their strength and worldliness as honest laborers, bodyguards, or even advisors to royalty. But not every region welcomed them, and here in the forested highlands around Seoul, many orcs banded together into tribal units and stole what they could to survive, whether that be food or, as Rin thought of her own plight bitterly, women. Indeed, this merry band appeared quite devolved, wearing only leather straps across their torsos to hold their weapons, their accoutrements hiding nothing. They didn't even see fit to carry what little possessions Rin had brought with her, unceremoniously stripping her of the leather loincloth and thin harness she had scrapped together as a penniless urchin to cover her hips and chest, and leaving behind her dagger. Despite her fear and apprehension, Rin could not help but steal glances at the bare bodies her captors, marveling at the size of their muscles and the girth of their veiny "gochus."
Rin did not think of herself as remarkable in any way- a competent thief to be sure, but one forced into the lifestyle by circumstance. A Seoulite orphan, she was uneducated gutter trash, with no future prospects in the city, save for thieving or prostitution. The Thieves Guild in the city was notorious among the criminal underworld for taking a large cut on each job, so Rin mostly kept to herself, and plied her "trade" in the forested hinterlands surrounding the city, stealing whatever she could from the hill tribes. Though it helped her keep a low profile, it did not do much for her earnings, as she was typically reduced to stealing nothing but food from the illiterate farmers of the countryside, there not being much else of value away from the urban center.
Indeed, especially when compared to the vast size of her kidnappers, Rin was nothing more than a slip of a girl, with the slight muscles and visible ribcage of a malnourished young woman. It was true that the orcs were twice as strong as a human man, but people often compared them to trained human soldiers- to a nubile young woman like herself, the orcs might be three or four times her strength.
"There's no point in trying to resist, little one," one of the orcs barked back behind at Rin in a gravelly voice. Rin had reached up to grab at the chain leash attached to the iron collar locked around her throat, likely stolen from human slavers, to try and pull back against the insistent tugs on her leash.
"You may as well try to push a mountain out of the way," sneered another orc.
"Face it, you're ours now," voiced the third, and he then reached out to fondle one of Rin's exposed breasts, causing a yelp and a shiver from their nude captive. Run released her grasp on the leash and set her small hands over the much larger, domineering hands of her assaulter, futilely trying to remove his hands from her body, only succeeding in eliciting a chuckler from the orc as he callously continued to grope her. "Don't despair- if you serve us well, we'll show you a real good time, little birdie."
Rin had to admit her chances of escape seemed hopeless. Her small body did wonders for her trade as a thief, allowing her to easily skulk in the shadows, but it did her no favors when matched against the overwhelming power of her captors. As she was continually pulled forward, she marveled at their strength- an inexperienced young woman, she had never known the pleasures of men or their bodies. Seoul was filled with many fine men, but the beggars in the Urchin Quarter that she grew up in tended to be even more desperate and malnourished than her, too destitute to consider as a mate. The boys of her home were half-starved kittens compared to the orcish lions who had bested her, their size and strength making her start to juice, in spite of herself. She couldn't help but continue to steal glances at their cocks, and remembered the hushed whispers among the women of the city that the turgid members of the orcish barbarians were larger and girthier than any man's. Every time their large calloused hands felt up her exposed, soft skin, electricity shot through her veins, and her eyelids would flutter in submissive ecstasy.
Rin and her captors continued until the over brush of the forest gave way to a clearing filled with an encampment. As Rin was paraded through the tribal camp, her thieving instincts took over, and she took a rough count of the number of inhabitants, losing track around 30. She blushed as she was pulled through to the center of the clearing, a newly chained captive, likely to be trained as the orc tribe's breeding slave.
Though mating with the women of other races was a biological necessity for the orcs, Rin knew from tales of women who had escaped the clutches of the hill tribes that the orcs also demanded that their captives be trained in the finer arts of lovemaking, serving both as breeders and as sex slaves. Though the women spoke of the horrors of slavery and the terrifying strength of their captors, they also spoke of the unimaginable, submissive pleasures of being a nubile plaything for such powerful beasts. Indeed, many of these women could not return to normal lovemaking with men, such was the ecstasy that the cocks of their orcish masters had brought them, a memory that ran through the back of Rin's mind as she noticed each passing orc eyeing her up and down like a piece of lean beef.
As the small band approached the center of the encampment, Rin noticed in her peripheral vision a change in the size and skin tones of the occupants, and turned to see around a dozen nude women (and to her instant shame and humiliation, a handful of slave boys as well) of different shapes and sizes held within a number of large iron cages. Rin gasped as she saw a number of the slave women's bellies were protruding, and despite the harsh reality of their situation, she felt a heat of submissive arousal pulse through her pussy at the realization that she too would soon share in their fate, and be forced to submit to a lifetime of sexual service to these huge beasts. Rin felt shame at her arousal, knowing that she should instead resist as best as she could, but deep down she knew that while bound, her pitiful strength was no match against her captors, and she could not deny the attraction she felt to their large, rippling bodies, or the way they carried themselves, unashamedly nude and confident.
The three orcs leading her march stopped abruptly at the largest tent and knelt to the ground. The orc holding Rin's leash harshly yanked her to the ground in a sudden and violent motion, forcing her low to the ground as well, neck cranked at a downward angle, resembling a bow of her own.
From out of the tent stirred a gravelly groan, and the largest orc Rin had ever seen emerged from inside. At least 8 feet tall, and with broader shoulders than any orc in the encampment, and with an iron circlet around his forehead, Rin assumed this must be the leader or chieftain of the encampment.
"An excellent find, Borgrush," thundered the chief orc, "Bring her to me, your portion of the raid spoils will be doubled this month." The leash was handed to the chieftain, and Rin gasped as he unceremoniously and firmly yanked hard on her leash, quickly bringing her to her feet and stumbling into his arms.
"His forearms are nearly as wide as my abdomen," Rin marveled, feeling goosebumps prickle as her soft skin was caressed by the calloused hands of the giant orc. With another yelp, the chief yanked her into the tent without any further fanfare, "He's going to break me in right away," Rin thought, with a mixture of fear, apprehension, and a deep arousal.
