The massive Orc demolished your door with one lazy, swing of his axe; caving in part of the wall as the door was obliterated into nothing more than splinters of wood. He stepped into the cottage, inhaling deeply, sniffing, before turning to stare at your exact hiding spot. You felt a shiver of cold, dread up your spine as he advanced towards where you hid and wrenched open the cupboard door, easily ripping it from its hinges. "Aye, what do we ave' here?" He growled fiercely, a hint of Scottish brogue in his tone. "A pretty little, pet." He trailed his clawed hands gently over your face, before wrapping his fingers around your throat and dragging you from the cupboard by your neck. "I'll be taking you with me." He growled, his gold eyes blazing with interest and lust.

Your throat protested against his touch, but it was no use; he had you held fast in his powerful grip. His tongue tracing over your skin and licking at the flesh of your neck sent a delicious shiver through your body. You looked down, meeting his eyes for a moment, before flushing brightly as his clawed fingers raked roughly across your stomach, tearing open your pants, revealing your smooth skin beneath. "Mmm... A strong little one." He murmured, licking at the hollow of your abdomen while his free hand cupped and squeezed your ass cheek. "So firm..."

His thrust his finger into your entrance; fingers long and broad with just enough girth to stretch you wide as he prepared to claim you for himself. "Ye're mine now," He growled roughly, leaning down to press his lips against your ear, hot breath fanning across your skin."And when I say you're mine..." He punctuated each word with a hard thrust of his finger into your ass. "...You belong to me and no one else..."

His gaze shifted downwards at the pathetic excuse for male genitalia lying on display before him. You were smaller than most human boys, much less an adult, but it only served to further ignite his lust. His nostrils flared as he breathed deeply, taking in your scent, mixing it with the heady rush of power that came from claiming a human for himself and his people. "Mine," He growled again, almost in warning.

Your body shivered under his touch as his other hand reached down to grip at your throbbing cock; large fingers easily engulfing the entire length, obscuring it from view. He began to stroke you, slowly and expertly, using every bit of strength behind that giant palm. Your mouth opened on a moan at the exquisite sensation, your hips bucking up against his hand in desperation for more. "Feel this," he growled roughly, punctuating each word with another stroke of his fist around your cock. "This is what you'll feel whenever I command it."

Your protests were like the buzzing of a gnat; barely worthy of notice. As if to prove his point, he pulled his finger free and slammed two fingers back into your ass, forcing you to cry out in pain as they stretched you further than ever before. "This isn't about what you want," he growled, leaning close enough that his hot breath fanned across your neck. His other hand curled around your cock again, still expertly stroking it as he tortured you with pleasure and pain in equal measure.

"You belong to me now," he snarled, thrusting his fingers deeper inside of you with each word. "And I'll do what I please..." With every rough stab, his cock began to twitch in anticipation; leaking pre-cum onto the floor beneath him. His growl deepened as the scent filled his nostrils; driving him further over the edge of control. "I'll make you feel things no human should..." He chuckled cruelly, licking at your ear before nipping gently at the lobe. "...And when I'm done with you?" His fingers curled inside of you, squeezing tightly, forcing a moan from your lips as he thrust them in and out, stretching you impossibly wide while your cock spurted all over his hand. "When I'm through," he breathed roughly against your neck, his voice thick with lust. "...No one will want what's left of you." His words sent a chill down your spine despite the heat coursing through your body.

"Yeah," he grunted, his voice thick with pride as he hauled you over to the other cages already filled with writhing bodies. "You all look delicious." He chuckled lowly, reaching out to roughly grope at one of your fellow captives before tossing some food into their cage; pieces of meat and other scraps that they eagerly tore apart. "Should be enough to keep you lot occupied until I decide what to do with each of you."

His words sent a shudder down your spine as he turned back towards the road, leading his triumphant horde home. You could feel your body reacting to his presence; hot and needy in a way that went beyond simple lust. It was as if every fiber of your being screamed for him to claim you; to mark you as his own and make you part of the orc family forever. The thought both thrilled and terrified you, making your cock twitch under its cage in anticipation.

Samuel glanced at you out of the corner of his eye before looking away, shame and disgust coloring his features. "Aye," he grunted finally. "It weren't much different." His voice was quiet, defeated; it hurt to hear. He turned his head back towards the bars, closing his eyes tightly as if trying to shut out the pain of reality.

As the day wore on and your captors discussed amongst themselves what they planned to do with you, Kaz'Vog seemed no more interested in you than he had been before. He treated you like any other piece of meat; slapping and groping at you whenever it suited his whim, but never once offering a word of encouragement or comfort. It only served to make your time spent in the cage all the more terrifying.

As you were led deeper into the cave and farther away from the main chamber, you couldn't help but wonder what fate awaited you in the small, private room you had been brought to. It was almost as if they were deliberately keeping you hidden from view until whatever it was that Kaz had planned for you came to fruition.

The orcs who dragged your cage through the maze of tunnels and caverns seemed more than happy to wait until their leader had decided what he wanted done with you; apparently oblivious or simply uncaring about your terror and desperation. It was almost enough to make you wish for the end, any end, even though deep down you knew that what Kaz wanted from you would be far worse than anything else you could imagine.

Eventually, they stopped in front of a heavy wooden door; its surface carved with crude images depicting scenes of dominance and submission. One of the larger orcs knocked on it three times before waiting for an acknowledgement from within. The sound was loud and echoed through the chamber, making your heart race faster as you wondered what lay beyond that door and who, if anyone, might be on the other side.