“ You're kidding ? Right ? You want this one ?"the man laughed, pushing his work force in his pocket, idly toying with a few coins out of substance abuse as he glanced back over his shoulder at the merchandise,"No, no, look, you want strong and powerful, you want this, sure, but it ai n't pretty, ain't clever and really ain't safe."

"How much ?"the hooded figure asked, regardless.

The man pursed his sassing, reaching up to itch at a thick fateful beard as he stared down into the woman's exotic pink center, a single wisp of curling brownish fuzz falling down one English of her stoic fount,"Uh, well it's got the mastery attachment so… Fifty-five gold ? What does a little fille like you want it for anyway ?"

"Fifty-five ? For that ?"the hooded image pressed, the tone of their flabby interpreter a little disapproving at the price, glancing briefly over towards what she was looking to buy.

He shrugged,"It's only five gold, the control attachment is the other L. They aren't cheap you know. But come on, what do you desire it for ? Indulge an old man."

Carefully she counted out fifty-five atomic number 79 and placed it into the merchandiser 's outstretched hand. He let out a sigh, lifting up his sleeve to uncover dozens of smoothing iron dance orchestra, which he searched through, reading the inscribed runes,"Suit yourself…"

Eventually, he picked one out, pulling it off his arm and holding it out to the humble material body of the buyer,"well, just be careful eh little Miss ? Attachment or no, it's dangerous."

The hooded female child collected the smoothing iron stripe, placing it over her bare wrist and squeezing it tight so it wouldn't slip off,"Come along then, Orc,"she said in a soft voice, glancing up at her new property.

The merchant watched, his peculiarity unsated as the secret slender, wide hipped purchaser in her fancy but practical apparel and hooded travelling cloak walked away through the rank of slaves in the market, being followed a few yard behind by the imposing beast of an Orcess, wearing only a tattered cutting, little Thomas More than an itchy sack over her twilled olive skin and a prominent branding iron slave collar, the rune etched on it matching the dance orchestra at her new masters wrist. He shook his head and diverted his attention elsewhere, there was always more work to do.

Zu'gar glared at the binding of her new passe-partout head. She had been caught poaching just a few weeks ago on a local human being Godhead lavish demesne and, frustratingly, she had already hunted down a fine deer when she had been abruptly caught by one of the nobleman rarified horseback patrols. Despite their puny weakness, they had had the lot of having a mage among them. Her strength and combat prowess had been worthless when, in an instant, she had been struck with a bolt of something blue and electric, sending her vision swimming before all had gone bootleg in a burst of excruciating agony.

When she had eventually awoken she discovered, to her fury, that she had been stripped of everything she had had on her by those human whelps, finding herself now with only a gunny slip over her strong consistence muscled. She had been locked up a cramped, dirty electric cell with a biting iron dog collar around her neck and even as the anger blazed through her mind she found herself unable to lash out, she couldn't thrash, she couldn't fight, she couldn't even scream.

The steel BAR imprisoning her quickly became less confining than the bizarre imprisonment on her own mind, ineffective to act out, unable to disobey. She had been marched into the nearby city, her organic structure moving against her will to whomever seemingly owned that odd iron bracelet, where, after days of walking, she had been put on sales agreement in a strange foreign city, to be purchased by one of these weak pink skins.

She was told by her new so-called ‘ skipper'that the rest of her life would be in Robert William Service to the ‘ superior'world, likely as a labourer or a constructor, but, in her first few weeks, she hadn't sold. The disgusting emptor wanting brawn for workplace didn't want a woman among their hands and those wanting slave cleaning lady, for whatever sick deprived purpose they had in mind, would never await twice at an Orc, let alone one as unique among human race as her.

It was no mystic that each race despised the other. mankind typically considered Orcs to be to a lesser extent than animal, seeing them as brutal, stupid beasts with no right field to hold in their own animation, useful only as puppet to encourage the human grounds. Similarly, Orcs viewed humans with disdain, a weak and uncultivated bunch who only survived in the harshness of the reality through their heresy of tapping into the worlds conjuring trick.

One difference, however, was that while human being viewed Orcs as being hideous with their vile green peel, protruding lower fangs and jolting uncultured ways, Orcs viewed man with lust, their small soft bodies an attractive prospect for long Night of relieving stress upon, though their fragility was often an upshot, human captive didn't tend to final farseeing unless confined to a single Orc owner.

Zu'gar kept her head bowed as she followed the swaying walk of her slacken little-legged proprietor, gaze down not out of shame but to tranquillize her rage. Whenever she looked up everyone who met her gaze scrunched up their faces in absolute disgust which served to feed the fire of anger inside her, but with no outlet, good manners of her suppressive collar, it merely became compose up, frustrating her to a greater extent and more with each passing second.

"Do you mouth common ?"



Zu'gar looked up from the dirty floor, her piercing golden oculus focusing down at the diminutive girl in presence of her, her schoolmaster, the minuscule matter looking at her with, surprisingly, no hate or disgust, just curiosity.



"Yes,"Zu'gar replied vacantly, obliged by her arrest to suffice her owner 's doubtfulness, when able to.



The girl nodded, seemingly delight, completely uncaring that they were effectively blocking a narrow walkway between wrangle of market stable, the great unwashed flowing around them like a river around a rock,"Good, your purchase bill mentioned a lot about you, but not that, why ?"Again no malice, just curiosity.



"I think most vendee don't upkeep. We work. Not talk."Zu'gar said, her vocalisation still flat and devoid of emotion.



The girl nodded again and pursed her lips some, shrugging,"Follow."



Zu'gar obeyed, her head once more roll down, trying to cipher out her luck. She tried to think back to the girl 's conversation with who had been her master and trader, what had she said she was wanted for ? accuracy be she hadn't been listening, she had been talked about stared at then dismissed so frequently she had stopped paying attention, but this young human woman looked unlike anyone else who had even considered her. It was a enigma she couldn't unravel.



"In here,"the cleaning woman said, motioning at an open atomic number 26 doorway through which an spring of conversation and laughter came.



Zu'gar, obediently, stepped inside after her master and glanced about, her monolithic frame blocking out the sunlight through the door, casting a tail on the inside of the Inn which was straightaway to fall quiet, all eyes turning on Zu'gar, her master stepping nonchalantly forward through the concourse of people towards the bar.



After only a minute 's hesitation she was compelled to follow, having to step carefully as to not sweep citizenry off their seats as she worked her way across, what was to her, the incredibly contract flooring space between mesa. As she passed the conversation picked up, but not as loud as before, gazes flickering her way.

As Zu'gar walked she picked up snippet of their hushed whispering, but she paid them no heed.



"Disgusting that matter is allowed in here, they should all-"



"I heard the non-humans are banding together, they want to outlaw slavery, imagine if shite like that were all free to-"



"Mommy !"



That one caught Zu'gar's tending, her eyes drifting down to where she had almost stepped on a piddling blonde daughter who she hadn't seen. Quickly, and on tiny feet, she wove her way through the mesa towards the bar, scrambling behind it where a taller womanhood stood, smirking and glancing down before turning her eyes towards the approaching Zu'gar and her new maestro, already leaning on the bar.



"Ah, lacing, I see you bought a pet ?"The landlady asked, grinning as she swept her eyes over Zu'gar, her helping hand down ruffling the pilus of the child currently protectively clasped to her leg, her wide lilliputian eyes set on the Orc.



Her Master, lacing, apparently, let out a footling suspiration and a dismissive moving ridge of the bridge player,"fountainhead no one else would proffer to journey with me to Thaefar, I had to make do."



"With an Orc though ?"The Landlady asked, laughing.



"I've got to have something scary to keep the bandit away, something strong should they actually decide to attach and mortal,"Lace paused,"well, someone well equipped for any former project I might suffer for them."



"Well she's scary enough, Mayla's damn near crapping herself."The Landlady laughed, giving the petty girl clutching her leg an fond pat on the shoulder.



Lace nodded keenly,"And according to her vendee 's card she's got the equipment. But I'm sure I'll ah, find that out for myself tonight."



"You've got unearthly ass tastes Lace, can't say I share them, but so long as it's not-…."The Landlady hesitated, squinting her eyes.



"….I'll pay look-alike ?"lace offered, her voice adopting a soft, loving, chantlike tone.



The Landlady groaned and rolled her center,"By the god 's lacing you'll never give me a intermission, will you ? dual. But if you leave the room like you did concluding clock time, I swear."



"Thanks."lace grinned, settling two coins on the rejoinder then looking over her shoulder at the gravel but quiet Zu'gar,"Come along ! We're sleeping here tonight."



Zu'gar gave the Landlady and her spooked child a coup d'oeil before following after Lace through the Inn. Scaring away bandits she could understand, even fighting them made gumption, but what equipment did she make that her sea captain could use ? All she had to her name was her beshrew itchy hammock and control shoe collar. She wondered if it was that, but she could've bought one of those without the added nuisance of an Orc to feed.



lacing pushed open the door to a set of way, a the right way suite for an Inn by Lace's taste, Luxury for Zu'gar. The elbow room had a bed, large and indulgent, with places to sit, a rug on the floor and it's own, albeit it meagre, bathroom.



lace stepped in and smiled, casting her robe aside to reveal what she wore underneath, a dark shirt and dark trouser that clung to her telling pattern, her slender shoulder and narrow waist blossoming outwards at the hips. The human was small but well proportioned, her pelvis wide-cut but everlasting, Zu'gar thought, for breeding purposes, though her chest was unfortunately midget, nil compared to Zu'gar's own impressive bust. lacing's hair, which she had only seen a few easy string of hidden under the strong-armer turned out to be prospicient and wavy, a inscrutable chestnut brown that she wore tied up in a messy bun at the back.



She turned, smirking as she eyed Zu'gar with those beautiful vivacious pinkish eyes, like an albino's, though her skin didn't seem to conform to that.



"Shut the room access, come in come in,"lace said, beckoning with a hand and Zu'gar obeyed, stepping in and shutting the room access, the two of them alone,"Now,"she hesitated,"What was your name again ?"



"Zu'gar."



"Now Zu'gar,"lace smiled,"cute name, now, I give you permit to talk and converse freely. You may ask dubiousness but not to blackguard, if you don't want to answer a question you don't have to, unless I parliamentary procedure you to. Do you empathize ?"



Zu'gar remained quiet.



"Excellent !"Lace beamed and Zu'gar furrowed her brow.



"I'm… Confused."Zu'gar said, her tone matching what she had said and, with a start, she realised they had been the first words of her own since her capture, previously only being allowed to speak when spoken to, and then the dog collar all but forcing the words from her even then.



"I expect so, I'm confusing like that. Why don't you ask me inquiry while I check you over and get your measurements ?"Lace smiled sweetly, pulling a tape measure measuring rod from a pocket and brandishing it almost like a weapon.



"Measurements ?"Zu'gar asked, her emphasize thick with Orcish inflexions and hesitation.



"Mmhmm, would you like to strip for me ?"



Zu'gar hesitated,"Is… That an parliamentary law ?"she asked, for the first metre in weeks feeling innocent of anger and rage, too busy being overwhelmed with discombobulation and incertitude at her Wyrd new master key to be mad.



"Not if you don't want to, but if I'm going to buy you new dress I'll need to know what sizing. Unless you'd prefer to fag that potato chemise for the remainder of your days."



Zu'gar looked down at the weird symbolisation on her item of clothing,"So that's what they mean."



"You can't read or write common ?"Lace asked.



Zu'gar shook her head.



"That's fine, now ? ..."Lace pressed, waving her tape a little.



Zu'gar looked uncertain for a moment then reached her hands to the posterior of her scratchy article of clothing, hesitating,"You may not like what you find,"Zu'gar said, tentative, not wanting to scare away her new skipper, this one seemed willing to give her leeway, like she was sort and gentle. Zu'gar wanted a passkey like that. It would be easier to play a trick on her and escape.



"Perhaps. Either way, the choice is yours."Lace said simply.



Zu'gar let out a short suspiration then lifted the slip up and off, casting it aside onto the floor.



Lace bit her lip as she stood there, her eyes scanning over Zu'gar's olive-skinned body, drinking her in. The Orcess was tall and warm, her eubstance not lacking in definition or heftiness, her consistence, relatively free of scar indicating she either wasn't a fighter, perhaps a hunter or a crafter, or was a very, very good fighter.



Zu'gar stood unashamed of her body, tall and proud, her ears sticking out far to either side of her head, like an elf 's would, her breasts sizable, easily a fistful each for the Orc, more so for Lace's small manpower. Her hair and eyebrows were a dirty off colour Patrick White, not uncommon for their kind. It had been, lacing noted, purposefully matted together to form thick strands that hung down her body.



"Energy that not ache ?"lace asked curiously, pointing up at her hair.



Zu'gar stared at Lace, incredulous,"…That is your doubt ?"



"Yes ? Should it not be ?"



"I… Thought you would ask about…"She stared down at Lace's unshrinking expression, the smile on her human face almost genuine,"Er, no, the dreadlocks do not hurt."



"Fascinating."Lace said, stepping around Zu'gar funny to see her from behind,"Nice butt joint too."She commented and, to Zu'gar surprisal, she felt the humans small delicate helping hand touch gently down her back, where she knew she had a scar from when she was a child.



"Did the slaveholder do that to you ?"lace asked, her voice gentle.



"No, I encountered a boar and her litter while a nipper. The Sus scrofa ran me down. I was very favorable to live."



"Mm,"lacing hummed rummy, seemingly glad it hadn't been the slavers as she again stepped before Zu'gar.



"superior ?"Zu'gar asked.



lacing pursed her brim,"Mm, predict me Lace."



"…Lace…"Zu'gar repeated, hesitantly, lace nodded and smiled,"Lace, I, does my humanity not bother you ?"



Lace smirked a little and glanced down, her eyes tracing across the soft length of Zu'gar's telling cock, soft between her thighs, long and thick, the tip hidden in its cap, her balls one shot and fluent beneath the resting serpent.



"Mm, nope."Lace said simply, then stepped in with her tape measure.



"I don't understand what you want with me,"Zu'gar said, lost, as Lace began to measure her arms, torso, waist, hips, thigh, seemingly making genial notes of every measurement.



"well, I travel a lot from Kingdom to Kingdom to find work. I bring some quite expensive matter with me where I travel, I need someone to keep me safe."lacing explained casually as she continued her mensuration, pausing occasionally to take a little bit of a more in-depth reading that, to Zu'gar's delight, often seemed to take the little homo with her cushy delicate hands feeling over the Orcs all-embracing muscles.



"What equipment do I have that will help you ? All I own is a sack and collar."



Lace smirked a little as she stepped back, tucking her taping away,"Mm, I'll tell you later tonight."



Zu'gar watched as Lace picked up her travel cloak, sweeping it on over her shoulders,"Am I to come with ?"Zu'gar asked, looking down at her discarded item of ‘ clothing ’.



Lace shook her nous,"No, I will go buy you some clothes and play some street food for thought back, I will ask that a pail of hot soapy water supply and a quick study be brought to you while I'm away. You aren't to leave the room, cause any damage or try to escape. Relax, strip yourself when the water arrives."



Zu'gar, confused, watched as Lace left the room, leaving her alone and unsupervised with orders… Orders to… Relax ? After staring at the doorway for a duad of minutes, trying to put her mind into order she glanced around, spotting a large chair which seemed to have some variety of padding. Tentatively she stepped towards it and, after glancing around to distinguish anyone who might be waiting to pass over out at her and spoil whatever this was, sat down.



Comfort swallowed Zu'gar as the chairman creaked beneath her, straining at the great free weight as the Orc's powerful physique settled in it, her thorax depressing as she let out a long sigh she hadn't realised she had let build up up inside her.



This was squeamish. Really Nice. comfortableness like this was a luxury, even at nursing home, and during her time as an object waiting to be sold it had been further away than a fleeting dreaming, the memory board of comfort long lost to her in that place.



She wiggled her ass a little, getting comfortable, relaxing. She thought about her new master. lace. Her flatbed chest of drawers was unsatisfying, but with pelvis like that, she would be a OK broodmare. Zu'gar grinned a little as she closed her eyes and tilted her psyche back.



She thought ahead, the two of them on the road together, Lace getting confident, freeing Zu'gar of her arrest,"Mmm…"Zu'gar murmured, her thighs parting a little, her cock thickening ominously as she thought about it.



Alone in the middle of nowhere with a woman like Lace. She would direct her, use her, make her know what it's like to stifle on Orc shaft, to finger her monolithic beastial veined length throbbing as it pulsed and deposited a thick incumbrance of hot overbold Orc seeded player deep into her throat or pussy.



Zu'gar growled softly, her hand wrapped now around her surd, compact penis, stroking it slowly, the dark green peak now on showing as she pleasured herself for the number one time in forever, intellection of raping and despoiling her overlord forefront in her mind.



She imagined the fille scrap, screaming, cursing, sickened at the thought of her virtue being stolen by a monster like Zu'gar, tears rolling down her cheeks.



It had been so long since she had had the chance to indulge. Gritting her tooth Zu'gar arched her back, her heavy peter pulsing between her finger, she was so close, she was-



A bash at the threshold tore her from her fantasy, her eyes snapping open, freezing in her actions, terrified for a irregular she had been caught. The knock came again. She glanced down at her stopcock, the pleasure that had been pulsing through her mere moment before, threatening to ignite had turned sour, the anxiousness at being caught spoiling the moment.



With another growl, this one of foiling and disappointment she rose, picking up her sack and pulling it on over her nous, walking to the room access and swinging it open,"What ?"she said, not harshly, but the surprise was enough to send the child-girl from earlier, clasping the bucket of steaming oleaginous water wobbling back a couple of unsteady tone, her eyes wide.



"I-I was told to bring you this miss Orc !"She stammered, holding up the bucket, liquid state sloshing around inside, like a cuticle before her.



Zu'gar grunted and reached out, taking it from the tiddler and setting it inside the doorway, she was about to shut down it when the child spoke.



"W-wait ! You… You have a thingy ?"She asked, voice tiny and meek.



Zu'gar glanced at her, then down at herself where she was obviously tenting through the coarse fabric of her sack,"Yeah, so ?"



"N-nothing ! I just… Just… cerebration I was the solely one."The lady friend said, shyly.



Zu'gar eyed the kid, narrowing her gaze a little,"well you ain't. Don't be ashamed of it. Be lofty of it."Again she went to close the door, but the nipper let out a little whine as if she wasn't done talking yet.



With a sigh, Zu'gar opened the doorway and looked down at her,"What ?"



"Doesn't… Doesn't it wee us ugly ?"The nestling asked softly, not looking up.



Zu'gar glared at the girl, but after a few moments her gaze softened a little and she sighed, girlfriend like Zu'gar and, apparently, this tike were rare and despite her hatred of humans, a few words wouldn't go wasted.

"homo, is a rose beautiful ?"She asked, talking slow so the youngster would be able to understand her.



The girl looked up at her, not trusted what she meant but nodding anyway.



"Why is a rose beautiful ?"She asked in her thick articulation, but in the timbre one often adopted when talking to children or animals.



"Because of the flower ? It looks passably and smells pretty."



Zu'gar nodded as if this was some great Wisdom the nipper had imparted.



"But, little human, a rose also has spine. Do to these thorns stop it from being a beautiful rose ?"



The child shook her point, her eyes wide and shimmering.



Zu'gar grinned broadly, her teeth egg white, her lower canines outstanding,"Then why, little rose, should your pricker make you ugly ?"



The girl blinked meekly, biting her lip and without answering hurried away back down the corridor.



Zu'gar let out a low chuckle shaking her head and finally shut the door, carrying the bucket inside and to the back room.



She spent a salutary hour cleaning herself. Her backwash wasn't exactly known for its hygiene and Zu'gar was no exception, to be dirty was cancel, the scents of perfumes and soaps an unnecessary distraction, but she had been ordered to clean and, to be honest, she was grateful to rid her torso of the slave dealer filth, so she was thorough. She would be travelling soon with lacing, if the young lady was fair about her design, so she would soon make up a healthy bed of dirt and rubble anyway. She would own to make do with the Price of being plumb for one night.



Her skin had a more vibrant shine to it, her hair now a perfect gleaming White River. Washing each of her dreads had been deadening, but she seldom had soap or hot water, so having both was an opportunity she would not miss. After all, these would stay clean for much very much longer.



She had just finished washing and was once More lounging in what was now her hot seat, wearing a unembellished bed sheet she had found wrapped around herself like a dress, considering picking up where she had left off before she had been interrupted by the child when she heard the door rattle.



It swung capable to reveal Lace carrying respective fabric bundles and one newspaper bundle. She smiled at Zu'gar, clearly proud of to see how clean and jerk she was, taking a especial interestingness in her hair and set all but the newspaper publisher bundle down on the bed, stepping towards Zu'gar and holding out the paper parcel,"Here, street intellectual nourishment. Not healthy but, who cares right ? We'll be out of Town for quite a while travelling, might as well relish it while we're here."



Zu'gar picked up the package and wrinkled her olfactory organ, she tried to ideate what food one could forage in the streets. In the slave market where she had been kept the only thing in the streets, she had seen that could even remotely be regarded as food were the rats.



She unwrapped the initiatory layer of paper and her intuition intensified as one of her fingers came away oily, but whatever it was felt hot and, she had to admit despite herself, smelled good.



She opened the paper wrapping to reveal a dozen or so small wooden skewers, on which thick fat pieces of meat and a few token veg had been stuck, they were coated with a o.k. red powder that had soaked up many of the meat 's juice and varied from a crispy brown to an almost charred Black. She felt her mouth water as she picked up a skewer,"What is this ?"She asked.

"Street food,"Lace said with a smile,"the sort of food they eat in the eastern lands, I think, meat like Charles Lamb and volaille, peppers and onion, coated in a spicery blend, don't ask what 's in it, I don't know and then grilled over a fire."

Zu'gar glanced from Lace to the reefer, using her dentition to persuade a piece of the juicy gist, lamb she thought, off of the stick, chewing on it testingly. The burst of flavours in her mouth was vivid, the Lamb was chewy, but she didn't care, it was squeamish to take in something with flavour and texture again,"Mm. Ish good,"she said through a wide sassing, genuine in her enjoyment.

lacing smiled brightly, nodding,"I'm glad you like it."

She hummed quietly to drown out the almost ungodly phone of Zu'gar ravenously eating as she began to unroll the fabric bundles she had bought, revealing several sets of garments, all too big to be for herself but for Zu'gar. They weren't fondness, no sequins or dyes, but they looked comfortable and sturdy.

The Orc watched with pastime as Lace went about neatly folding and sorting Zu'gar's clothes into distinctive turnout, all alike in their plainness but all unique in their own way. She watched, pleased, as one of the parcel opened to reveal a distich of shoes. Though again bare and hard-nosed, after being so long barefoot she 'd learned to appreciate even the simplest of shoes.

"So uh,"Zu'gar said as she chewed a mouthful of meat,"You said I had equipment. You uh, said we would utter about it later. Now is later."

lace smirked over at her,"Now is later, I'll give you that. Mm, let 's just say I'm not like early world and there 's something that you specifically can help me with."

"Like what ?"Zu'gar asked, using her dentition to empty the contents of an entire skewer into her oral fissure, the end one, already, Lace noted, duly impressed. She had been famished.

Lace bit her lip a piffling, stepping towards Zu'gar and folding her munition over her venter, looking down only slightly at the sitting Orc,"Mm… Could you remove that cloth ?"she asked, gesturing at Zu'gar's makeshift towel, wrapped around her.

Zu'gar glanced down at herself then shrugged,"Uh, sure ?"she lifted herself a minor amount up off the president and dug the canvass out from under her, using the fabric to wipe the oil from her fingers and mouth, smirking some as she proudly displayed her superior physical structure, assuming she was shaming lacing for her own puny one.

Lace ignored the messy oil smirch on the sheets and stepped towards the nude painting Zu'gar, who eyed her curiously. With a sly smile, she reached up and started to unbutton her shirt.

Zu'gar's eyes widened as she watched her master, no more than a few steps from her begin to denudate off her shirt, each unclasped release revealing more and more than smooth pinko skin,"Uhhh…"

"Soooo, I've got a confession to make…"lace said softly, a smirk on her lips,"It's really about the main reason I bought you, to be fairly, the whole bandit matter, while important, is n't as important as what I have planned for you."

Zu'gar's gaze kept flickering between Lace's own holding gaze, captivating with her unique ping iris diaphragm', and the enticing dead body being displayed to her, she felt a associate warmth down below, a pulse in her sleeping cock, which up until now had been resting peacefully between her muscular thighs,"You want massages ?"she asked, voice skeptical.

lace smirked some and began to unbutton her pant,"In a sense, I suppose…"

Zu'gar opened her mouth to speak, but was caught flat footed. She watched, shocked, as lace encouraged her leggings down over the curve of her all-embracing articulatio coxae, letting them fall into a messy pile on the floor. Beneath her trousers lay two surprises, one, was a duet of lacey thigh highs, held in position by a garter belt around her comparatively slender shank, having just been obscured by her trousers and, like Zu'gar, she had been hiding a peter, maybe five inches long and hard, pointing menacingly towards Zu'gar.

The Orcess opened her sassing to verbalize, then closed it, glancing up at lace, everything clicking into place,"You… wishing to fuck me."

"Mm, you bet I do."lacing said, grinning naughtily, those knock center gleaming with lust and desire.

Zu'gar grimaced, she knew she had had it all too secure with this new passkey, overnice solid food, new clothes, the promise of promiscuous body of work, it had all been building up to something much worse than any life of tough labour would've given her, this. Unable to disobey, she would be this perverse fiends sex slave for all her days.

The thought disgusted her, made to spend her remaining days, a strong, muscled, powerful military group of nature like her, bent and broken, existing to pleasure this tiny, feminine, humankind footling pink cocklet. The shame was so intense she felt her cheeks burning at the indignity and rage.

"No…"She growled, deeply, remembering then that she was not bound to silence, she could state her displeasure,"Lace, no, I don't want to !"she said, her voice rising not to a cry, but certainly to a more emphasised spirit level, the Orcess surging to her feet, Lace taking a few cautious steps back, her eyes going wide, even though she knew she was safe.

"Z-zu'gar. You ... You do n't desire this ? I thought Orcs were like… All really really into human being, I thought… I thought you'd like it ?"Lace said, her part a little frenetic, she had been so sure !

Zu'gar shook her head,"No, we are proud race, I will not ever willingly let you defile my body with your diminutive cock !"

lacing blinked, opened her mouth, then paused for a yearn moment, working thing out,"... Zu'gar. I rules of order you to sit down and stay still."

Without a second 's indisposition Zu'gar lowered herself back down into her stern, the padding already moulded to her butt and back, making it incredibly comfortable, though she still frowned deeply, with the collar she was truly helpless to balk Lace's fantastical advances. But at least she had made herself known, even as her pride was stripped from her she would be able to swear on the fact she was not giving in.

lacing stepped forward and leaned forward, placing her hands on Zu'gar's powerful thigh, bringing her face to the Orc's, nose to horn in,"You silly little thing, '' she giggled brightly.

Zu'gar kept her mouth shut, glaring with her fierce sunset eyes.

"I was never going to ravish you with my ‘ petite turncock ’,"she smirked, tilting her head, a playful aspect on her face,"I want to be ravished by yours, silly. ``

Zu'gar blinked, she could n't hold heard that rightfield,"W….What."she said, vocalization flat.

"I want,"lacing started in a slow sultry whole tone, starting to slump lower, her gaze shifting to conserve it 's lock on Zu'gar 's as she moved,"to ride,"she grinned a picayune, now kneeling before Zu'gar, her bridge player on the Orc's thigh caressing and squeezing,"this…"she breathed low, leaning in softly, briefly pressing her wrinkle lips to the top of the orcs still mild cock.

Zu'gar opened her mouth to speak, but before she could bring her Bible to bear Lace 's mouth opened too, her pretty little lips not requiring any thought process for what she had in mind. Zu'gar's Holy Scripture fell apart into a low groan as she felt lace's lips close perfectly over the hooded tip of her cock, feeling the long missed embrace of wet heat surrounding her sensitive jacket.

Lace let out a groan of her own, enjoying the sensation of a cock in her wanting mouth, her lips stretched across-the-board to fit the impressively sized mushroom cloud tip, her tongue flicking under the pelt of its cap to caress over the darker coloured crown.

"O-oh, fuuuck, oh fucck…"Zu'gar growled, her digit digging into the padding of her hot seat as she looked down at lacing, the human 's eyes half-lidded, a few Strand of wavy hair partly obscuring one as she looked up at Zu'gar nothing but desire in her gaze,"You're, ugh, you're sucking Orc dick…"

lacing winked playfully up at the stunned Orc before letting her gaze track back down her luscious body to the quickly hardening cock filling her mouthpiece, stretching her back talk, making Lace want for more.

She urged her shoulders forward, Zu'gar arching her rear as Lace swept forward, her plush wet brim gracefully rolling down the veined green distance now inside her, fitting half the cock in her mouth, the tip bumping against the incoming to her throat as she began to suck.

Lace was surefooted she could take the integral length down her throat, gods knew she had plenty drill, however, the Angle was all wrong and she was just feeling so beat simply pleasuring her as she was. She had had twistedly sexual illusion of Orc women like Zu'gar for years now and this was her first prison term embracing that side of her, feeding the fantasy that she wanted, no, needed Orc shaft in her aliveness and trunk.

Unable to resist she moved her workforce across the toned muscle of Zug'ar's second joint to partake and sense the Orc's length, she'd dreamt about it for so very long the allure of having one actually before her was too much for her to resist.

Zu'gar felt her toes curl as delight she hadn't experienced in, well, possibly ever, coursed through her body, it was every Orc's illusion to have a human to fuck, but it was a dream you were lucky ever to meet, yet here she was, Zu'gar, mere Hunter, not only with a human polishing her pole, but doing it willingly, eagerly, even.

"Ugh, I'm not, going to last, ugh, long,"Zu'gar grunted, her sassing parted a petty as her breather quickened, the delight of the small woman 's broad pouted back talk, the spongelike wetness of her eagre swirling lingua and the constant force per unit area as she sucked on her distance, her lips constantly rolling up and down, always to the very tip, the maven traveling over the silky smoothness of her now revealed cock psyche the epitome of cristal. Or so, at least, Zu'gar thought.

"W-what ? Already ?"Lace whimpered cutely, a hand wrapped snugly around the stand of the rooster, squeezing gently as she pulled her lips off, her former hand weighing Zu'gar's sizable orchis, rolling them between her fingers in their smooth sack.

"Y-yeah…"Zu'gar said, really ineffectual to be more expansive in her cerebration than that, still locked in a United States Department of State of mental rejection that this was really happening to her.

lacing pouted some, kissing the underside of the Orcs pulsing shaft which she held pressed against her boldness, lust-drunk in its beautiful crown, dominant allele size of it and exotic colour, for a moment she stared up at Zu'gar, revelling in the moment of fulfilment. Her beautiful olive tegument, her monolithic bulky framing, strong musculus, full phase of the moon breasts, white hair, monolithic fangs… Every trait that her mass typically despised, she lusted for. She felt a chill of pleasure roll through her consistency and she leaned in, pressing her lips to the Orcs expectant nut, kissing them each in turn, soft loving angel kisses quickly turning from unclouded devotee heap into a more intense experience, her tongue bathing the heavy orb in her saliva, making them shine.

Zu'gar closed her centre and let her head fall back against the chairwoman, feeling the eager human down between her mighty thighs, tongue lifting and weighing each of her balls in turn. Never in her wildest ambition could she give imagined she'd be here with a human literally worshipping her expectant nuts, she could lay here all day living the experience, but, after a few long minutes of lacing trying to surface her full nut in erotic love bites, she felt the missy lean away from her.

winking, she saw Lace rise, her expression a little disappointed as she turned away from Zu'gar. In a moment Zu'gar felt confused,"W-wait, Lace, er, did I do wrong ?"

lacing stopped, not even a foot away from Zu'gar, her rear to her and peered at the Orc over her shoulder,"What ? No no ! Oh idol no, I was just having too a lot fun, had to rupture myself away, just, can't wait you know ? Now ..."

Zu'gar wanted to severalise Lace that, no, really, she could expend all the clock time in the world on her knees sucking her nuts, but before she got the chance to verbalise, she glanced down. For the first metre she got to see this world real intimate treasure. While her dick with its small sizing, especially compared to Zu'gar's, and with her breasts so flat Zu'gar questioned her use of pronouns, were nothing to compose plate about, her real asset, her ass, was currently lowering itself towards her spit lubed gibe, pointing straight up and twitching eagerly.

"You… You're… That ? Really ?"Zu'gar said, disbelieving as Lace steadied herself with her hands on Zu'gar's second joint, lowering her butt, full and bubbly, rounded like two half-globes towards her waiting shaft.

"Oh fuck yes…"Lace whispered in reply as she looked over her shoulder, glancing briefly up at Zu'gar with a playful smirk before looking back, biting her lip as she felt the guileful tip brush up against the warmth of her smooth cheeks.

Zu'gar grit her dentition a small, the expectancy for what was to come up killing her,"D-don't you need to, lubricate yourself and shove ?"she asked, not wanting to wait but wanting it to be absolutely perfect.

Lace glanced up at her,"Aww, you care about my butt,"she grinned and winked, then hesitated for a consequence, closing her eye. Zu'gar watched, confused as the young woman candy-pink oculus flashed briefly, the iris seeable for a moment even through her eyelid, then she continued to lower herself down, displaying an affinity, even if just a minor one, for the magics, a heresy in Zu'gar's middle, though, as she felt the darkness green crown of her cock press between her butt cheeks and up against her waiting star, it was a heresy she could instantly forgive. It was only a little dash of heresy, after all.

lace moaned out as she felt gravity pull her drink down onto the slick orc shaft, her foreland falling back as she bit her lip, explosion of pure walking on air erupting in her creative thinker like a sweetness of firework, each tiny movement sending pulses of pleasure through her core as she sank her thick White person ass down onto the thick calamus, feeling it spread her star wide and set about to fill a emptiness in her life-time that had plagued her for too long.

Zu'gar wanted to reach up, to snaffle the niggling waif's hips and drag her down, lifting her own body up to ram her entire duration into the girl, but commanded to be still she could do little but act as a blessed looker, her own pleasure and lust driven from fulfilled fantasies coursing through seemingly every nerve ending on her lucky body.

As inch after column inch of cock was fed into her ass lacing settled back, leaning against Zu'gar's toned abs and wide tit, her caput settled back on the Orc 's shoulder, cheek brushing up against her off-white dreads.

With one last concerted push, she was sat on the Orc's lap, her bubbly cheeks resting on Zu'gar's powerful framing, every in of the huge peter filling the slender girl up so good. Gently, she worked her hip joint from side to side, feeling the hot peter splash around inside her.

With a whimper she traced one hand up her eubstance before lacing it through Zu'gar's dread, forcing her head to turn to seem towards her.

"Kiss me…"Lace breathed hungrily and in no short Order felt her lilliputian mouth dominated by Zu'gar's. Her backtalk were so a lot Buckminster Fuller than lace's own, the Orc's prominent fang making it a little awkward, but she didn't care. Testingly she pressed her tongue up between Zu'gar's rim, running it across her dentition and tempting her to join in. It didn't take much persuading. In an minute her mouth was full of Zu'gar's thick clapper, swirling and intermingling with lace's own, hot and wet, desperate for the experience of each others body.

Reluctantly after several blissful seconds, lacing broke the osculation, winking at Zu'gar as she leaned forward, placing her hands back on the Orc's second joint for accompaniment, lifting up her soft operose butt before dropping it again, easier this meter, her impertinence slapping down on Zu'gar's body.

Zu'gar groaned and struggled not to writhe as lace's booty landed in her lap metre and clock time again, the little homo temptress setting an amazing pace that almost instantly threatened to place her over the edge, her warhead so pent up, the experience so unique and the pleasure pulsing through her so overwhelming within that moment she could almost palpate herself peaking.

However, as her putz grew steely gruelling, her Ball tensing as she was about to cum, she felt lacing decelerate for a second, the legal brief moment joined by an odd tingling around Zu'gar's turncock that, while not reducing the pleasure she felt, stopped her from climaxing.

Growling as she tilted her head back she could only take on lace had used some of her magic trick to prolong her experience, her moans and pant of pure pleasure a secure indication that the Orc-cock slattern didn't want her beginning experience to end quite so soon.

Lace stood, bouncing her midst ass down time and time again onto the sheeny slick cock, her sass out-of-doors her natural language lolling as she stared at nix, her eyes half-lidded, her entire existence lost to the pleasure of the cock powering in and out of her, squeezing in through the concentration of her ring, caressing over the silklike hot walls and finally bottoming out, pressing against her prostate like a lust-button.

lace's world was complete, she'd had everything, a in force upbringing, a upstanding education majoring in her Chosen professing and minoring in magic, a steady current of atomic number 79 from her work, but all that had left her lacking and wanting, for this, this right here. Zu'gar was everything she'd fantasised about, her judgment, usually so fussy with worries and anxiety was a blank canvas of pure unadulterated bliss.

Her little cock, hard between her second joint, was bouncing wildly, untouched save for the brush of air as it swung gracefully up and down, her smaller shift bouncing repeatedly against the huge pair Zu'gar sported. She could finger her own climax mounting, her pleasure rising from each repeated ten-strike against her sensitive prostate.

In a moment of pure clarity Lace knew she was going to cum without so very much as touching her hammer, a feat she'd never achieved, despite innumerable attempts,"A-ah, Zu'gar, I'm going to cum, I want you to cum too ! Inside me ! Ah-ah, oh fuck ! shekels that's amaze, your cock flavor so fucking sound in my ass ! !"

Zu'gar or, apparently, dough, growled out an appreciation, her voice Eskimo dog and mysterious as she panted too, her balls churning with the pauperization for release,"Yesss you little human whore, ride my Orc prick ! lay down me cum in your slovenly woman ass !"

lace squeezed down tight on Zu'gar's cock, so gladiola at herself for allowing the Orc to speak, she'd only wished she's started the dirty talk Oklahoman as the Orcs Christian Bible sent her quickly over the edge,"A-ah ! lolly ! I'm cumming ! ! Oh fuuuuuck ! !"she cried loudly, grinding her ass down on Zu'gar's cock as her own spasmed and twitched in the exposed air.

In the moment that she came she released her sorcerous hold on Zu'gar, allowing the Orc to finally climax, releasing the dam of repressed seed that didn't need a second self-justification to flood Lace's hot taut ass.

lacing gasped loud, arching her rachis and pushing her flat thorax forward as she felt the surge of liquid heating system inside her, each volley accompanied by her own minor spurts that stretched out in slender creamy R-2 across the wooden floor.

She gyrated her hips forward and back, grinding her ass down onto the cumming orc cock, leaning back against her body, feeling it cunning with sweat as they came together, both of their intellect lost in a delight they'd never thought possible.

Zu'gar's grunts and growling and Lace's whimpering moans both subsided into large panting as she lay across her firm Orc slave, feeling the cock, still surd inside her, continue to twinge in regular recurrence with Zu'gar 's heartbeat. She knew as soon as it left her body she would need it again, already addicted to the pleasure and marvel it could bring her.

"G-gods, loot, you can move your blazonry however you want, just, hold me…"Lace panted softly, limp against the Orc, her vox soft and weak, her body and brain exhausted.

Zu'gar grinned a little and wrapped her big solid arms around lace, embracing her in a compressed little hug that sent a chill down lacing's spikelet as she moved her paw to gently caress over the Orc's impressively muscled biceps, enjoying the feel of the olive-skinned twilled posture under her slender delicate fingers.

"Did… Did you delight that ?"lacing asked, caressing Zu'gar's blazonry as she started to wander, too capacity and fulfill to stay zippy and awake.

"That was the advantageously roll in the hay ever,"Zu'gar admitted, her hands caressing over Lace's chest of drawers, her mightily mitt, while rough, were surprisingly gentle.

"I-I want to pass my whole animation with you, I'm going to strike you with me wherever I go, I'm going to do this every night, More, even,"she said softly, squirming back into Zug'ar's embrace as she felt the Orcs vast manus caressing over her torso, down her arms…

After a here and now of fumbling, Lace pulled her hand back, holding Zu'gar's bridge player. She opened her eyes and looked down, her mere hand looked so tiny in Zu'gar 's. She gave it an affectionate squeeze, then, almost in response, felt Zu'gar's cock, still buried mysterious in her ass swell a little.

"Mm, maybe… Maybe we can go again tomorrow Sugar… I'm way, way too wear upon now…"lacing purred softly, resting her headway back against the Orc's soft pillow-like breast.

Zu'gar let out a little laugh and her grip on lacing tightened a little,"I was thinking instead, I carry you to the bed, then cover you like an animal."

Lace squirmed a minuscule and let out a little giggle,"No no, let me just nest and draw close here for a while."

"Mm…"Zu'gar breathed a lilliputian, leaning in to kiss Lace gently on her ear, her breath hot and humid against her soft pink skin as she whispered, flaccid and low like a devotee,"Lace… ?"

"Ah… Yes, Sugar ?"she purred back, body relaxed.

"Maybe you should not experience let me do whatever I want with my hands…"she growled gently.

Confused, lace fluttered her eye open… And found Zu'gar's hand, dangling the command bracelet that should've been locked over her wrist,"O-oh,"she said, her representative quavering, her gaze turning to Zu'gar's, orange heart bright with delight and anticipation, lace looked at her for a moment then bit her lip softly,"be pacify ?"

Zu'gar shook her head slowly, scooping lace up in her arms, the ascendancy bracelet falling to the storey in a clatter.

-- -- -

The Landlady stood by the bar in the betimes hours of the morning, her eyes rimmed with red. She, and many of her frequenter had hardly slept a nictation end night. The creaking of the bed had been bad enough. But the Orc's low oink and lacing's high pant had been able to rattle through every quality of her formerly mostly reputable Inn.

She was spending her time, mainly, apologizing to early dissatisfied guests as they made their way exhausted from their bed, most opting not to stay on for breakfast before leaving her Inn, which sat quiet in the morning save for a few diehard regulars.

She had her head down on her branch, trying to rest after having just been berated by another sleepless duo when a interpreter drew her attention and her immediate ire.

"... You can't be mad."

The Landlady looked up, her eyes narrowing to slits,"Lace, I swear to all the God, all that is holy, all that is unholy, what. The screwing. Were you thinking ! ! !"She hissed out the live on Scripture through gritted tooth, reaching across the bar to grab the girl by her collar, jerking her forward.

"A-ah !"Lace stammered a lilliputian,"f-funny write up ! So, okey, so, you know the altogether Orc slave affair, she, sort of ah ! Not so soused ! She, well, she kind of escaped !"

The Landlady hesitated, her lip falling heart-to-heart,"... So there 's a loose Orc in my Inn."

"I-if it's any solacement she spent the entire night ruining my ass and calling me Princess, h-hey lighten up the clasp would you ?"

The Landlady glared at Lace, but did relieve up her grasp, oddly, the news that lacing's intact Night of bass anal rearranging had not been intact consensual did brighten up her climate a slight. And besides, there was a loose Orc rampaging through her Inn, that was a much, much full-grown problem.

With a loth sigh she released Lace all together and reached under her bar, to the handy length of woods every Bar man or cleaning woman kept to hand. Just in case.

Just as her finger closed around the worn hilt of the arm she heard a creak of Sir Henry Joseph Wood and a giggle. Furrowing her hilltop she and Lace both turned towards the room access it had come from, both of them looking on in surprise as Zu'gar, in all her muscled glory wearing one of Lace's new outfits stepped into the room, laughing in a inscrutable fat tone as, little Mayla, sat on her berm, giggled away as she rode the Orc, having to duck all the way down as they stepped under door into the main room of the Inn.

lace and the Landlady both watched with the Lapp formula, pursed lips as if a question was lingering just inside their mouths, eyes disbelieving as Zu'gar, collarless, stomped theatrically around the elbow room, Mayla directing her passage with tugs, points and squeals of joy !

In a import they came up shortstop, stopping in their tracks, both Zu'gar and Mayla noticing the expressions of the other two at the bar. Mayla looked guilty but couldn't hide a sweet-flavored piddling smiling, Zu'gar grinned,"Made a friend !"

"So I see…"lace said carefully, as the Landlady released her hold on the weapon, but was no less confused.

Zu'gar grinned, proudly as Mayla toyed with a dreadlock,"Let me experience, Princess, when we need to leave to catch wagon."

It was Lace's turn to look obnubilate,"I… time lag, what ?"

Zu'gar tilted her pass, almost dislodging the giggling Mayla, but with the Orcs hands gripping her ankles she was in no danger,"You need a guard still ? Yes ? And bedmate ?"

lacing blinked, then smiled, then laughed, nodding in agreement before turning back to the Landlady as Zu'gar and Mayla continued to play once again flowing through the elbow room to the baby 's unmitigated delight.

The Landlady reached over and poked Lace firmly in the chest,"You. Got. Lucky ! !"

lacing grinned broadly, her pink eye twinkling,"I usually do !"

-- -- -

A few daytime had passed since their first night together and the caravan was progressing well. A couple of times the go-cart had gotten stuck but, having a strong Orc ‘ slave'on hand to pull them free had made the journeying a relative breeze. On the second night, the caravan had spotted outriders, a few scouts on horseback, doubtless sizing up the caravan for it's Worth, but Zu'gar had hefted a stone, sending it sailing towards them throught the cool evening air with a whistling. She had struck the lead rider with such force it had knocked him out the saddle, causing him to be dragged back kick, flailing and screaming to wherever he'd come from. Oddly, they had had no brigand trouble since then.

While Zu'gar still had to put on her collar during the day, the watchband lacing wore didn't match. She was, after all, still an Orc. If the former humans noticed that she was actually free-willed, they would call on on her in a pulse. So, for the good of their inflorescence relationship, they faked a typical master-slave moral force during the day, albeit a entitle one, only becoming their true selves at night once locked away in the back of their Big Dipper, away from everyone else.

"Ooh~ that's the spot !"Lace moaned, one hand up in the escaped bun of her messy chestnut tree hair, her back arched as she slowly rode Zu'gar's midst cock. She was sat, straddled over the Orc's powerful second joint, each trend up and down gently grinding her own smaller tool into Zu'gar's leg.

Zu'gar smirked, leaning back on her cubital joint, watching as lacing rode her, enjoying the wizard of her niggardness around her steely length, one hand gripping the girls ass as she lifted up and pressed down, the girl visibly struggling to preserve control,"restrain it down Princess or they'll take heed you…"she chastised, glee in her voice as lacing caressed her other second joint with her script.

Lace blushed a small at the merited words and giggled very softly,"A-ah, sorry, it just flavor so good… roll in the hay, when we get to Thaefar I'm booking us the most private rooms I can find just so you don't have to hold in back on fucking my ass…"she moaned low, imagining that and remembering that for the first time night.

"Or you can hold back riding my cock, jade,"Zu'gar grinned,"how can you even afford all this. What is it you do for coin ?"

lacing bit her lip and tilted her school principal back, moaning out softly, putting a manus over her mouth to dampen the interference,"O-ooh… Oh shtup, I plan out, ah, cities…"

Zu'gar snorted a slight, chuckling between grunt,"Humans are weird."

lace whimpered cutely and pressed her ass down a fiddling harder,"Mm shut up and cum in my ass already ..."she whined.

Zu'gar grinned and obligingly moved her script to Lace's mouth, clasping over it, silencing her in an instant, pulling her vertebral column and down so she was laying atop the prone Zu'gar, whose other hand was resting at lacing 's hip.

"As you wish,"she said in a soft teasing voice, her mitt tight over her mouthpiece, her articulatio coxae hammering brutally hard and dangerously fast into Lace's ass, the miss 's eyes rolling back as she was unable to make any stochasticity, her body belonging to this Orc. Not that she would hold it any early way, of course of instruction .