I wake up, my mind in a fog. I find myself kneeling and… gagged? When did this happen? Where am I?

When I try to move I find that my wrists and ankles have been tied behind me, and around a pole. Making it hardly possible to stand or move around.

Last I remember, I was traveling with my caravan to the neighboring kingdom on a mission to strengthen our bond. In our caravan, we had spirits, delicacies, and… entertainment. Myself, being part of that entertainment as an “escort”.

Looking down, I realize that I’m still wearing my harem girl outfit. As well as my chastity cage… with no idea where the key is. However concerning, I have bigger questions to answer first.

Taking a moment to observe my surroundings, I see that I’m in some kind of camp. Tents pitched for the night, fires lit for its inhabitants, though not that large of a camp. Soon, I spot someone. The worst case scenario for myself… Orcs.

To an Elf, an Orcs are lowly and brutish. To be captured by one is even more humiliating. Before I can stew in any more of my self loathing, I see a figure begin to stride towards me. Bigger, and Dawning more signifying pieces than the other orcs in the camp, I figure that he must be the chief. I must admit… the cheif did have an impressing figure and a strange allure in their eyes. But with that smile across his face, I also figure that what comes next can’t be any good…

(Hey all! I’m looking for a bdsm romance from this prompt, and I’m open to whatever kind of adjustments you think may improve both of our experience in it. Ultimately, I wanna end up a loving slave for my cheiftain <3)

(Kinks: BDSM, chastity, orgasm denial, Pet play (not beastiality), humiliation, degradation, verbal doms, and light body mods<3)