This story is a continuation of my previous submission, Spoils of an Orcish Invasion, for Orctober. This part is a bit longer in length to support the multiple doms. It cuts more to the chase, which I felt is a low point of my original story. Telling the tale of Harry, an escaped farmhand. I'd like to thank RedPupper for inspiring me to actually write a second part. It's been fun to do so and a great creative outlet.

There's an excerpt below the short description if anyone wishes to get a sample. I intend to release the full story on Monday morning. Harry, again, has been left ambiguous in his description for those looking to self insert.

Tags:
M|M|M /M
3 Orcs/Human (Multiple orc doms)
Foot Fetish
Forced Worship
Trample
Stomping
Spit
Humiliation/Degradation
Light BDSM

Stats:
~6,400 current word count.

Short desc:

Harry is a young farm hand who escaped Hilvalde just before the Orcish Invasion began. Managing to hide himself behind some hay before a daring run southwest to the neighboring castle of Divendale.

Divendale is a sister castle to the Roddik's. The late Lady of Hilvalde's family resides there. Harry arrives and notifies the Lord of Divendale. Lord Rithameer, who believes the farm boy is lying, sends a party of eight, including Harry, to commune at Hilvalde.

When arriving at Hilvalde, the party's dreams are crushed, witnessing orcs reside in the previously human own castle. The party is granted entry to the throne room where they witness Rorin's youngest, Povin, worship the feet of the orc Lord Khagra.

Lord Khagra assumes that if Harry is a resident of Hilvalde, he must be property of its new Lord. The party is sent back to their human Lord, handing Harry to Lord Khagra to do as he sees fit. As punishment for running from his new orcish Lord, Harry's new life duty is to worship the feet of all other orcs in Hilvalde.

After relentless trampling, Harry is leashed and collared. He is then sampled by three orcs all at once as he comes to terms with his new position as a foot wipe.

Excerpt:

One boot, a wide leather sole, pressed down deep right onto his face. The owner laughed, shifting his weight back to Harry's stomach to send the boy reeling back up again, before stomping down. Harry felt the orc would've kept going if the other orcs didn't push him off. Unfortunately, as he was pushed off, both boots ripped at his stomach and face.

Another, a bare foot of a bluish gray, stood with both feet on his stomach, scraping back to wipe dirt all over the human's shirt. He spat down on Harry's forehead then lifted a bare foot and shouted "Disgusting scum!" The sole was cleaner than others he saw, but most of the filth was transferred to his stomach. It looked like a softer one as well, he prayed to himself it would hurt less. As the foot stomped down, it didn't hurt any less. The owner ground dirt and spit into the human's skin before leaning in with his weight and stepping off with a big laugh.

A different orc, one of a green hue this time, took short steps. From Harry's legs to his chest. Both feet planted firmly on the human's chest, the orc spoke down "Been waiting a long time to crush one of you puny runts!" As the orc lifts a leg, Harry had a good look at the sole. It had callouses all over, as if the owner never wore boots to begin with. Under the shadow of the green orc, foot stained thick with dirt, "About time we orcs show humans where they belong!"

The weight hit Harry like a truck. The filthy foot only sticks to one side of his face before the second comes on top of the other. The full weight of the orc pressing down onto his head forced a horrified scream into the soles. The owner lets out a little satisfied hum before stepping off for the next in line.