Prince Acre dreamed of being anywhere else in the world. He dreamt of his warm bed. Of the castle and his father. When he was awake, though, he had little time to be in a state of reverie. She'la was cruel. 
When Acre was awake, he was meant to pleasure. She'la would ride his cock or his face, forcing him to fuck her even when he was spent and tired. His only nourishment came from the breasts of a motherly Orc nicknamed "Mama". Even then, despite the motherly orc's kindness she too raped him respectively.
"Mama" rode Acre, his cock vanishing deep inside of her plump pussy as she moved her hips. Acre's lips were firmly sealed around one of her swollen nipples, drinking as much milk as he could. He moaned into her massive breasts as he felt his second orgasm coming on; he'd gotten used to being milked for more than just one. He shuddered as he came inside of the orc, and she cried out softly as she felt welcome warmth flood her insides.
"Shh, my little gnoll," said Mama. She stroked the back of Acre's scalp gingerly. "You will need your strength. She'la..." She trailed off and looked away from the young gnoll pup. They remained inside each other, the orc not pulling off and Acre unable to. 
"She has plans for your younger brother. I know not what they are. She plans to give you to me once she's done. She grows... bored of you."
Acre swallowed and mustered the courage to finally speak to her, "W...why?"
The motherly orc sighed, and she pulled him forward so that his face was smothered between her heavy tits for a moment. 
"She'la lost half her tribe to your father's actions. It's about revenge."
Acre's ears went back. "I... I'm just a kid! I haven't had any say in what my dad does!"
Mama looked away again, "I don't believe in torturing young pups. I am not the cheiftess, and it is not my place to question her."
"Then why are you pampering him?" Demanded She'la's voice from behind. Mama flinched, and looked over her shoulder at the more masculine orc woman. "The boy needs to eat if you plan to abuse him."
"And has he been fed?"
"Y-yes."
"Then get the fuck out of my tent before I have your scalp. I already told you, you can have him when I'm done."
Mama stood up and slid off the bed, her tits and ass jiggling as she did so. Her pussy leaked with the pup's seed. She said nothing and did not dare look She'la in the eye as she left the tent.
"Ah, she babies you." She'la said, approaching Acre's bedside. She took hold of his still hard cock and stroked it idly, applying circular pressure to the tip with her thumb. She enjoyed how the boy whimpered at that. "Captain, bring the little bastard's brother in."
Acre's eyes widened as Allihim dragged in his younger brother, Victor, by the hair. The younger pup was crying, and the orc captain gave him a kick to the stomach that sent him flying. 
She'la giggled, and approached the downed cub. He had balled up, sobbing into the floor.
"Are all of you brats cowards?" demanded the orc, nudging the crying six-year-old with her foot. "Your brother here is supposed to be the Prince of a powerful nation, yet the last few days he's been eating my pussy." 
Acre tried to rebel, pulling on his binds as hard as he could. He heard the wooden beam behind him creak as he pulled, and pulled, and pulled...
She'la punched him in the face, hard. "Trying to escape, little boy?" She asked, cackling. "I don't think so. You're still my little guest, and I have one final thing to show you."
Allihim walked over to where Acre's brother lay, kicking him over and planting her boot on his neck. Victor was helpless beneath her. She'la climbed onto the pile of pillows with Acre as Allihim reached under her loincloth and began fingering herself above Victor. She'la gave Acre a little slap to keep him lucid before squatting over his face.
"Whoever makes one of us cum first gets to live." She'la said. "Loser? Well, we just might forget you need air while eating us out."
Allihim straddled Victor's chest, pulling her loincloth aside and planting her sweaty pussy against the poor boy's nose. He was forced to breathe in that musk, the boy wriggling and writhing under the orc captain. Acre found his face smothered in She'la's cunt shortly after, his nose practically inside her pussy.
Acre knew he had limited time to make She'la cum, and began to lick around the inside of her walls. She'la began to grind her hips against his face, smearing femcum all over him. The gnoll pup's snout was used as a dildo, She'la taking it down to the base of Acre's skull. She moaned, playing with her pierced tits as she raped and humiliated the boy. 
Allihim was much rougher with Victor. Raising herself up just to slam herself back down on his face. The six-year-old was sobbing, and Allihim took him by the hair and rubbed her pussy against his face forcefully. "Shut up you little brat," she growled. 
Both orcs enjoyed their boy-toy, smothering them in her cunts. Both boys came to learn what a woman smelled like when she'd been out training all day. Raw, primal sweat. It was all either could breathe in. Victor tried to push the captain off, but she simply grabbed his small hands and pinned them to the floor. 
Acre knew better than to fight against She'la. His face still stung from the punch and slap. He pressed his tongue to her cervix, teasing that tight ring while She'la ground her clit against his forehead. Her tangy flavor was familiar to his tongue, and he sputtered as a wave of femcum flooded his mouth. 
Victor's eyes rolled back, and he convulsed on the floor. He tried to kick, but Allihim had him pinned just right. He cried out for help but his words were muffled by the captain's ass. He didn't have much time left, and Allihim just kept on using his face. 
Acre couldn't see Victor but he could hear him, and knew his little brother was going to lose. The point of the game wasn't to kill his brother, but to make Acre *choose* if it was him or Victor that lived. What better way to break a young man than make him feel responsible for his little brother's death?
She'la slammed her ass down on Acre's face, forcing his snout back inside her cunt. He choked and sputtered as her fluids went down his nostrils, watching as she loomed above him, tits bouncing with her movements. He felt her walls tightening around his snout and knew that she'd be finished shortly, her pussy milking his face desperately. 
Acre couldn't hear Victor anymore. The boy's face turned blue under his fur, tears streaming from his cute hazel eyes. Allihim slammed down one final time as She'la finished all over Acre's face. The older gnoll pup heard a loud **pop!** and knew that his brother was gone.
Allihim locked her thighs around Victor's head and twisted violently, snapping the six-year old's neck in multiple places. She came on the dead boy's snout, rubbing her clit as she squirts all over him. Then she got up, giggling to herself. "Guess it's a tie." 
"Would appear so. Guess you're staying with us a bit longer, pup." She'la said, rising off of Acre's face; strands of femcum bridging his nose to her cunt. She'la looked at the boy's crotch and sniggered when she saw he had a full erection. 
"You know what would be hot?" She'la asked as she turned to her captain. "Make him cum in the same pussy that just snuffed his little brother."
Allihim grinned cruelly. 
"Please... no..." Acre begged, coughing. Allihim ignored his plea and approached the bed. The muscular orc captain climbed onto Acre; his cock propped against her stomach. Acre cried, but Allihim didn't seem to mind too much. She rubbed her slit back and forth against the belly of Acre's cock, teasing him. Despite how much he didn't want this his cock was rock hard. Prenut oozed from the slit.
"You'll please me, boy," said the captain. She leaned back and angled the head of the boy's cock with her pussy, and a simple buck of her hips sent the boycock deep into her tight cunt. Acre gasped in shock, and grit his teeth as the killer of his brother began to ride him. Slow at first, Allihim savoring the boy's terror and pain. She leaned in, grabbing his jaw and forcing him to kiss her. Her disgusting tongue wriggled and writhed in his mouth, dominating the space. She fucked him harder, bouncing on that perfect boy-dick while making out with him. She pricked his thigh with her claws, snickering when he whined in pain. She'la watched as her captain fucked her slave; she wasn't jealous at all of the pleasure the captain was feeling, she'd been meaning to share that hot boycock with another girl. Allihim sat back up, using her hips to drive that cock in and out of her soaked pussy. The real cherry on top for She'la was the context now. With Victor snuffed, Acre was broken; now being violently ridden by the girl who'd snapped Victor's neck between her legs. 
"For years your father persecuted us. Hunted us." She'la came to Allihim's side, cupping her captain's heavy tits and tugging at the nipples. "My mate and firstborn were slaughtered when the Tsar had my village raided. Eye for an eye, boy." She'la leaned in and began to suckle on Allihim's puffy pierced nipples.
Acre bit down as he came unbidden into that tight snatch. Allihim moaned and chuckled, "You pop quick."
She didn't stop, though. Many more minutes went by with her fucking his brains out. She didn't care if she was torturing the boy with too much pleasure even as he writhed and begged for her to stop. She'la switched what tit she nursed on, reaching a hand between Allihim's legs to play with her engorged clit. 
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" cried the captain, nearing her climax. Acre felt his pelvis nearly shatter as she slammed down in violent fervor, speeding up faster, and faster until...
Femcum squirted from the captain’s-soaked pussy, splattering on Acre's chest. She cried out in absolute bliss as an earthshaking orgasm came over her. She'la smirked, and continued to rub her captain's clit as the girl was swept away on a bliss riptide. Her walls clamped down on the boycock, milking a second, weaker orgasm from him. Having nothing left the boy shot blanks inside of the orc, and felt all of his muscles complain. 
Allihim huffed, a thin sheen of sweat glittering on her greyish skin. She'la let go of the captain's tit, stepping back from her so the captain could dismount the rape toy. She did just that, and the pair of orcs looked down at Acre's trembling body.
"What should we do with his brother?" Allihim asked.
"Burn the body. Send the skull back to the Tsar," replied She'la. Then the cheiftess turned and walked out of the tent with Allihim in pursuit. They left Acre there, soaked in juices both his own and from them. He was blank, unable to speak or think. The trauma of his situation finally breaking him. All he could do was lay and wait to be raped again by them, and maybe if he was lucky She'la would just kill him...