Acre gave muffled cries as She'la rode his snout. The orc chiefess rubbed her pussy against the bound boy's face, smothering him in her folds. She'd been doing this for a good twenty minutes now, testing the limits of the boy's ability. She bounced on his face, forcing his snout deep in her pussy again and again. All Acre could smell was her musk, and he could barely breathe.
She'la was on a bit of a high, having come to use Acre's face after she spent time training with her captains. Pumped and wild, her sexual hunger had soared. Now she was putting out that fire much to Acre's dismay.
Her engorged clit bumped the boy's nose as she used his face to get off, the sweaty orc huffing and moaning as she got closer and closer to her third orgasm of the day. 
Acre saw darkness clouding his vision, the lack of air threatening to knock him out. She'la slammed her hips down on his face one more time, rubbing her clit vigorously as she came. Spurts of femcum splattering the boy's face and the bar holding him down. He choked and sputtered on her juices, but the orc didn't seem to care very much.
Panting, She'la exhaled sharply before climbing off of Acre's femcum soaked face. Juices dribbled down her inner thighs, and her groin was soaked in the boy's spittle.
"You get a little break, little fuck-toy," said She'la. "When I come back, I expect your cock to bed hard and ready for me. We're going to go slaughter some more of your friends and that always gets me excited."
Acre coughed. "You... You're sick..."
She'la gave the boy a warning glare, "We use branding irons to mark our cattle, pup." She said, eyeing him over with a predator's grin. "Keep up that shitty attitude and I'll burn a symbol into your belly."
That shut Acre up quickly. He slumped back onto the bed of pillows. She'la, content with his silence, left the tent after fetching her leather armor.
Acre had been only released from his bindings to be showered or to use the bathroom. He hadn't been allowed to roam freely, nor had he really seen other parts of the camp. What he did know was that these women were all dangerous, and he was being kept by rapists and killers. 
She'la had been holding him for two days now, and every day she raped him. If he was lucky, she'd milk his cock and leave, but on days like these when she felt more sadistic, she'd subject him to all sorts of abuse. His snout ached from her sitting on his face, and he couldn't even rub to soothe the ache.
Food was another matter altogether. Speaking of which, Acre groaned as the tent was entered by another one of the girls.
"Breakfast time," said the pudgy orc. She was older, mid-thirties or early forties --Acre couldn't be sure. She'd borne many children, and so she had a wide frame and large breasts. Her puffy nipples dribbled milk. Her pussy looked snug, hairy, with a glimmering clit piercing. Acre did not know her name. She simply called herself and by extension demanded Acre call her "Mommy". 
The motherly orc approached the bed, and she climbed onto the boy's lap. She put a hand behind Acre's head and guided him to sit up a bit. "She'la is treating you so badly," she said, "Perhaps when this is all done, she'll give you to me."
Acre hoped that when this was all over, he'd be back in the castle to personally oversee this entire coven of orcs crucified or maybe drawn and quartered. He knew better than to be rude to this orc though. "Mommy" was relatively kind, though she still forced him into sex acts with her. 
He felt the heat of her puffy cunt against his soft cock, and the gnoll pup blushed under his fur as his member stiffened. "Mommy" simply cupped his soft face in her hand, and guided his lips to one large nipple. 
"Drink up," she cooed. "You need to keep your strength."
Acre sealed his lips around her areola obediently, and began to suckle. Hot milk flowed over his tongue and down his throat. She had a sweet taste to her, and her milk had the consistency of cow's milk.
This was the only form of food he was receiving. The orcs did hunt but they did not share any of their meals with him. Acre wondered if this was how they treated all their prisoners or if it was just meant to humiliate him.
"Mommy" began to grind her hips against the boy, coaxing his cock to harden. As soon as his member was stiff enough, she slipped his cock inside her snug pussy and began to move her hips.
Acre moaned into her tit, and kept sucking. His belly grew with the milk he drank, and he found it hard to stop. Something about this milk made it... addictive, and it also seemed to heighten his senses. 
The two stayed paired for a total of ten minutes. "Mommy" rode him gently, letting the boy feel every bump and ridge within her pussy. Acre suckled in complete reverie; eyes shut. Soft moans escaped both of their lips, and before long the motherly orc found herself ready to cum on the boy's young cock. Acre quivered as he came, shooting his young seed into her warm cunt. His young balls trembling and twitching. 
"Good boy," she said. "Mommy" ground her hips against his for a few more seconds, pleased to hear how he whined into her breast from the overstimulation. Satisfied the older orc climbed off the boy.
"She'la will be back soon, I suggest you rest." she said as she turned to leave. Acre wanted to say something but he stumbled over his own words and nothing came out. He watched her go, and sighed as he waited for the cheiftess to return to rape him again.
Eventually sleep found him. The gnoll prince dreamed of his father, of his long-gone mother. He dreamed about playing with his younger brothers, how much he missed the garden grasses and flowers. He dreamed only of freedom, his sleep the only escape he had from the harsh reality he was currently facing.

"Wake up, slut."
Acre was broken out of his peaceful sleep by She'la's harsh voice. As he drowsily opened his eyes she slapped him, forcing him to awaken faster. 
She said nothing else as she mounted him, grinning down as she raked her claws down his chest and stomach, leaving bright red marks. Acre whimpered, tears blurring his vision.
"Cry all you want," She'la said. She didn't undress, simply slipping his cock into her pussy underneath her loincloth. Acre whimpered as he felt her silky insides grip him.
She'la leaned in, and pressed her lips to the gnolls. Acre let her dominate his mouth, her fat green tongue writhing around in his maw. One powerful hand gripping his throat, choking him. She brought him to the brink of passing out only to release his throat and then repeat the cycle. Meanwhile she slammed her hips against his, forcing his boycock into her hungry pussy again and again. She didn't care about being soft or careful, pounding away like a hungry feral.
"Dirty little fucker," She'la said, breaking the kiss. "Ama came to visit you, didn't she? Your mouth stinks of her milk. Did she breastfeed you, little boy?"
Acre didn't know what to say. Was he in trouble? Would "Mommy" or, er, Ama be in trouble if he said yes? And why did he even care about Ama being in trouble?
"She's our nurse, raises the young. Too soft to fight. She wants you, little pup." She'la slammed her hips down so hard the boy felt his whole pelvis ache. "But I enjoy abusing you too much to let you go anywhere."
She'la ground her hips against Acre's, forcing his cock against her cervix and then into her womb itself. "Cum in me." The orc demanded.
Acre did as she demanded on command, feeling his body slip into a riptide of pleasure. He moaned pathetically as he filled She'la's cunt with his seed. Despite it being unwanted, despite thew fact it was blatant rape, his young balls still gave her everything they had. It was pathetic, really. 
She'la reared her head back and giggled, releasing Acre's throat and climbing off of him. "Oh, by the way, we've got your brother."
Acre's world collapsed.
"Found him playing at the edge of the Tsar's castle. My captain snatched him up." She said, sneering at the trembling gnoll. "I can't wait for him to join us! I get to rape a six-year-old, again and again. And you'll get to watch."
Acre choked on tears of panic. "No! No! Please let him go!"
She'la turned to exit the tent, but she looked back over her shoulder to say one final word before leaving the prince to simmer in his horror. "If it comes down to which one of you, we keep alive, you might want to pray to your gods."