A new way of life

As the orc woman held me in her arms, I couldn’t help but wonder what my future held. Was I destined to spend the rest of my days as a plaything for these savage warriors? But as her lips trailed down my neck and her hands continued to explore my body, I felt a sense of contentment wash over me. Despite the humiliation and shame, there was no denying that I had enjoyed this encounter...

The woman, whose name I later learned was Uthul, led me towards a tent at the edge of the camp. Inside, a wooden bench was set up, with a variety of instruments laid out on a table nearby. Uthul gestured for me to sit on the bench and began to explain my new role.

“From now on, you will be a pleasure **** for my warriors,” she said, her tone calm but firm. “Your sole purpose is to bring them pleasure and satisfy their needs. In return, you will be well taken care of and protected by our party.”

I swallowed hard, processing this new information. Part of me felt resentful and angry at being reduced to a mere pleasure ****. But another part of me, a more primal and carnal part, couldn’t deny the excitement and arousal that coursed through my body.

Uthul smiled as she noticed my reactions and began to explain the different ways in which I would sexually serve her warriors. It ranged from performing oral sex to participating in group orgies and everything in between. She also mentioned that she would personally train me and ensure that I became one of the best pleasure slaves in the tribe.

Over the next few days, I was put through various training sessions with Uthul where she taught me techniques to please her warriors. She showed me how to give sensual massages, use my tongue and hands in different ways to bring pleasure to a man, and even how to perform dances that would arouse even the most stoic of warriors.

With each passing day, I found myself growing more and more comfortable with my new role. The shame and humiliation that had initially consumed me slowly faded away as I embraced my newfound desires. And as I began to pleasure the orcs regularly, I could feel their satisfaction with my skills. More than that, they admired what I could do! It was a strange feeling – to be wanted and desired in such a primal and raw way and to finally have no equals at something only I could do.

As time went by, I became a regular fixture in the tribe’s activities. Uthul would often take me along for raids and adventures, using me as a reward for only her bravest warriors. And with each encounter, I found myself letting go of any remaining inhibitions and fully embracing my role as a pleasure ****.

It wasn’t long before I realized that my body and mind had completely surrendered to this lifestyle. No longer did I feel shame or humiliation – only a burning desire to fulfill the needs and desires of the orcs. In some twisted way, I found joy and fulfillment and... purpose in being able to bring pleasure to these brutal warriors.

As the months went by, Uthul and her warband finally retired back to Durotar. I was quickly integrated into the tribe under Uthul’s faithful watch. She was proud of my skills and often bragged about me to other tribes and traders. And although part of me still remembered my old life, the call of this new, primal lifestyle was too strong to resist.

As I laid in Uthul’s arms after yet another day comes to an end, I couldn’t help but feel grateful and content. No longer was I just a prisoner or a hostage – I was a valuable member of this tribe who was admired, respected, and loved by its members.

And as Uthul whispered sweet nothings in my ear, I knew that this was where I belonged – in the arms of an orc woman who had broken me and turned me into something more than just a human. She had taken me under her wing, and in doing so, she had set me free.

THE END