Chtefani was the shame of her tribe since the day she was born.

Indeed her difformity that baffled her parents and siblings was observable straight from her birth and it would plague her for all her childhood.
Last one to be fed, barely receiving any attention from her parents. She obviously missed something to be considered as a fully fledged Orc.

Because of this, she started speaking late, which left her with a speech impediment, and worse, since the other Orc children would always bully her, she spent more time reading books than swinging axes and brawling.

Upon her coming of age, because of her "lacking bits" no young male wanted of her for a mate. She started growing very depressed and sulking most day long in her parents' cave. This also explains her rather sickly green complexion.

Finally, at some point, both her parents and the whole tribe have had enough. She was grabbed by the hair, dragged in the middle of the village where all the Orcs, males and shemales ridiculed her, mocked her and then wanked on her and soiled her.

Deep down, something broke that day.

She was banned, but she managed to leave with her favorite book. For years she read it over and over again, but since she did not know how to fend for herself, she stayed near the village and regularly went back to steal some food from her parents' or her sibling's pantry.

One day she was caught red-handed, and as she was being dragged again in the middle of the village, even if a part of her in her heart was glad for the attention, she dreaded the humiliation that awaited her.
However, the tribes members would not spare her, they showed no mercy in showering her with their cum over and over, and other things too, spitting on her, insulting her.
She started crying and reciting the content of her book that she knew by heart, as a lithany, praying for her ordeal to stop even as, between her goo-covered eyes she was spying the Tribe's Butcher sharpening his Executioneer's Axe.
That's what she would get to be born without a cock. The Cripple, The Impaired. The Weakling.
The Butcher never got the occasion to make use of it. A Storm broke, acid raining from the sky, screams, explosions and moments later, they were all dead.

Poor Chtefani and her speech impediment dragged themselves away from the village, clutching her cum-stained book against her chest and she made her way toward the rest of her life.