An orgy they'll never forget

Author's note: I think I'll introduce another mechanic: The Submission Score. Every time a roll goes wrong (or right!) for Magra that leaves her in a weaker position (physically or mentally), the Submission Score increases, affecting future rolls. As her confidence collapses, things Magra might have once done easily could become especially difficult for her, and as word gets out about her and her reputation plummets, things might spiral further and further out of control for our poor, cute orcy girl.

Current Status: 3 Corruption, 1 Submission (from showing weakness over handling of the human ****.)

A roll of 1-5 is a critical failure. A roll of 96-100 is a critical success. Each point of corruption adds a +1 to the die roll (although it doesn't effect criticals).

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"Let your orcs go wild, they deserve that. Allow them for orgy with their prisoners."

Target > 50

1d100 Roll = 97

Critically Successful Suggestion (+2 Corruption Points)

Magra looked at the gathered crowd of orcs and prisoners. She could feel their looks upon her, judging her, reevaluating her leadership. She even saw a few of them subtly shaking their heads in obvious disappointment. Sweat beaded on her forehead. Magra could practically feel her confidence and power slipping away as she stood there.

She needed turn things around, and fast. So she decided to give the mob what it obviously wanted. Hell, a few of the more rebellious orc women were already half-heartedly listening to her as they toyed and teased some of the slaves.

"We've had a great victory," Magra shouted in a voice. "I say we divide the spoils and have some fun!"

She looked over at the naked human man she had just finished humiliating. His cock was still rock-hard and twitching. His face was flushed and he was breathing hard.

"I've made my choice!" Magra said as she took hold of his manhood and started stroking him.

A mighty squeal of delight went up from the rest of the orcs as they rushed the rest of the men and the sounds of ripping clothes, gasps of shock, moans of pleasure, and armor and weapons thudding to the ground filled the air.

It had been a long time since any of the horny orcs had gotten any action (which a few of the more clear-headed orc women blamed Magra for), and they were all eager let loose, and claim a personal **** of their own.

Magra sighed as the gathering devolved into an orgy, happy to have attention off of her. She looked over at her own ****, eager to get started, but there was something else she needed to take care of first.

Ugash and Sashag had both eagerly started tearing their own clothes and armor off as they rushed away from Magra, each of them **** to claim a new man ****.

Snuzu however, was just standing there and still seething. She had wanted the handsome all for herself, and compared to him, the others were all clearly inferior.

She and Magra made eye contact once again. The envy on her face was obvious, and Magra knew if she didn't put a stop to this now, and really reassert her dominance over her second-in-command, she would just grow bolder and more rebellious.

"And you..." Magra growled.

She quickly turned to the brown-haired man and forcefully pushed him to his knees. "Don't move, or else."

She stepped away from him and confidently strode (or at least tried to act confident) to Snuzu, until she was just inches from the shorter orc.

"You've disrespected me," Magra snarled as she tried to use her height to intimidate the smaller woman. "And you have to pay for that."

The shorter woman looked up at Magra with a new found sense of determination.

"Make me," Snuzu mocked.

"This disrespect cannot be allowed to continue unpunished. Grab Snuzu and **** to kneel and have her eat your pussy."

Target > 50

1d100 Roll = 5

Critically Unsuccessful Suggestion (+2 Submission Points)

Orc society had formed around the idea that might made right, and while killing those who opposed you was still occasionally done to resolve conflicts, other, less lethal solutions were used more often than not.

Why kill a rival when you could humiliate and dominate that person and bend them to your will, furthering your own power?

And what greater way was there for a horny orc to assert her dominance and humiliate a pretty foe than to make them eat you out?

Magra and Snuzu spent a moment staring at each other sizing each other up, each looking for a weakspot in their foe. Unfortunately for Magra, Snuzu was just a little quicker.

As Magra moved to grab Snuzu's shoulders and push for smaller foe to the ground, Snuzu spit in her eyes, snaked an arm behind Magra, grabbed her long black hair braid, and pulled as hard as she could.

The taller woman yelped in pain and surprise as she was put off balance, and with the initiative lost, she couldn't stop Snuzu from tripping her.

Magra squealed as she felt herself falling. She blindly groped for something to hold onto to balance herself. Her hands clumsily grabbed Snuzu's breastplate, but it was too late to stop her fall.

*SHHHRRRRRIIIIPPPPPPPP!*

"EEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKK!"

*THUD*

Magra moaned as she wiped her eyes clean and blinked.

Snuzu was standing over her, her face purple with embarrassment as she cupped her very impressive and very bare breasts.

The sight of her would-be challenger standing there completely topless and embarrassed made Magra laugh.

Of course, now might not have been the best time for that, seeing as Magra was still lying on the ground.

Snuzu's embarassment turned to anger as she looked down on her opponent.

"You think this is funny?!" The one-eyed woman spat as she got down on her knees and started straddling Magra. "Let's see how you like it!"

The grabby girl started tugging and pulling on Magra's gear as the larger woman squeaked and squealed.

She tried to defend herself, but Snuzu was quick and she had her pretty well pinned. Magra also had to admit, it was also pretty hard to concentrate while her rival's massive, pendulous bare breasts were jiggling all over the place and unintentionally (and most erotically!) slapping her in the face.

Soon the gear was flying every which way as the two tore each others' clothes and armor off.

Shrieks, squeaks, and more than a few moans escaped from the two women's lips as they each lost more and more. Snuzu definitely had the upper hand through it all, but Magra still managed to get a few counter attacks in.

Eventually, neither woman had a single thread left to cover up with, and the two beautiful, green-skinned hotties were both completely naked. They continued wrestling in the nude as each tried to dominate the other.

Sweat poured from their bodies as they rolled in the dirt, causing it and their delicately applied warpaint to smear across their skin.

Snuzu's hair shook loose from it's ponytail, causing it to hang down and cling to the damp skin along her collarbone and the upper half of her breasts.

Magra's braid unraveled as well, causing her hair to spill out in every direction and partial cover her face. It made her look even more wild and savage, and in **** need of taming by a bold lover.

And as their increasingly erotic battle dragged on, the unintentional effect of so much skin on skin contact became readily apparent to all who could hear, see, or even smell what was happening.

As the two rubbed and stimulated each other, their fight gradually became less and less about inflicting humiliation or pain on their opponent, and more about taking pleasure from them while keeping the other person on edge.

The punches turned to slaps turned to tender pinching, stroking, and fondling. The gnashing of those imposing yet equally cute little orc tusks turned to tender nibbling. Secrets were revealed, naughty, slutty folds were parted, and the most precious of treasures were pleasured. Grunts turned to groans turned to moans and eventually to ecstatic wailing as agile fingers touched and teased, coaxing the sweetest and most fragrant of cunny creams from the two women.

Finally, it all came to a head as the two warriors edged each other to the brink of orgasm, trying to make the other crack and plead for release.

Unfortunately for Magra the Mighty, her physically impressive physique was not up to the challenge, and in the end, she caved.

"P-please!" Magra begged as she lay in a pool of her own juices at the bottom of her 69 with Snuzu. "I... I need..."

The stench of sex and shame clung to Magra as she whimpered and mewled. She had to cum, it was all that mattered now.

"You... you need what?" Snuzu mockingly asked. Her own voice was hoarse and ragged as she struggled to hang on.

"Y-you win!" Magra whined as tears formed in her eyes. "TAKE IT! TAKE IT ALL! JUST LET ME CUM!"

The orgy had already gotten into full swing, but the scene Snuzu and Magra made had ensured everyone present was willing and eager to join in.

Snuzu smiled and sighed in contentment as she looked around at the rest of the orcs and prisoners. There wasn't a single dry pussy or limp cock left in all of Prosper.

Even the previously defiant and **** 'handsome' **** that had started this was now grinning in approval as he stroked himself.

Snuzu licked her lips and shuddered in pleasure as a decadent and wicked idea writhed its way into her mind.

She repositioned herself and sat atop Magra's face, pressing her hairy, needy, leaky pussy pie against her former leader's nose.

"Make me cum, and I'll give you your release," Snuzu proclaimed as she stared longingly at the handsome human and mashed her tits together before lifting one up to her mouth and sucking on it as she continued to maintain eye contact with the human.

The words had hardly gotten out of Snuzu's mouth before Magra was giving her new boss her all. She loudly and eagerly slurped and sucked away at her superior's cunny, shamefully admitting to herself that she genuinely loved the taste of Snuzu's cunt, and that it may in fact have been the sweetest tasting pussy she had ever tried.

It didn't take long for such an eager and increasingly subby slut to make Snuzu cum.

The one-eyed woman let out a guttural victory roar as she came hard, spraying her juices all over Magra's face and hair, and marking the weaker woman with her fragrant scent.

The new chief of the orcs trembled atop Magra as she let the pleasing little aftershocks coarse through her, and then, once she had had a chance to catch her breath, stayed good to her word and fingered Magra to a humiliatingly public and noisy orgasm of her own.

The defeated former chief lay there panting and mewling like a kitten, unaware that her defeat was going to deepen even further as Snuzu crawled off of her.

"Claim the one role that is more honored than warrior among orc society: motherhood! by taking him there and then to breed the next generation of orcish raiders from your very womb with him and encourage others to do the same as they take their spoils of war."

Target > 50

1d100 Roll = 4

Critically Unsuccessful Suggestion (+2 Submission)

Magra rolled onto her side as Snuzu continued crawling towards the handsome human. Lust dripped from her snatch as she somehow made such a submissive advance towards the **** appear confident and powerful, like a fearsome lioness moving in for the kill.

"You're mine now," Snuzu proclaimed as she started worshiping the human's big, hard cock.

The man moaned and took hold of the orc's head as he struggled to steady himself.

Snuzu let go of his manhood and gently took his hand as she guided him to the ground. She rolled onto her back and spread her legs wide as he leered at her, his cock twitching with excitement as pre dripped from the tip.

"Now breed me!" Snuzu "Make me a mother! Give me many strong warriors!"

The **** eagerly obliged as he climbed onto her, hungrily kissing her as the slaps of his powerful thrusts filled the air.

Magra whimpered as she helplessly looked on as her former second stole away what was supposed to be her man.

Snuzu locked her legs around the **** and pulled him in close as he continued to ravish her. The one-eyed orc cried out in pure joy as he gave her the first of what poor Magra assumed was going to be many orgasms.

Snuzu pushed the man's face between her breasts and moaned as she looked over at her dejected fellow she-orc.

"Don't look so down Magra, you can still pick from the rest of the slaves," Snuzu mewled between coos of pleasure.

Magra looked out over the orgy and saw there were still a few men not currently engaged in pleasing an orc. Unsurprisingly, they were the least attractive (to an orc!) ones.

"Declare a pussy-eating competition among the slaves. Best human gets to sleep at the foot of your bed."

Target > 35

1d100 Roll = 1!

Critically Unsuccessful Suggestion (+2 Submission)

With her leadership stolen (for now), Snuzu decides to make a declaration on Magra's behalf before the other orc can speak up.

"Hey! You slaves! We're gonna have a pussy-eating contest! Whoever makes Magra cum the fastest gets to join her at the foot of my bed tonight!"

Magra's face grew hot and as purple as a plum as she felt the embarrassment radiate off of her as the men all looked at her.

She looked away as she contemplated if the day could get any worse.

"Oh! And play with her ass too! She loooooves butt stuff!" Snuzu giggled.

Magra buried her face in hands and whined. She regretted ever confessing that to Snuzu.

What's a poor orc girl to do?

Follow her new leader's decree and participate in the contest? It might take a little of the sting out of her crushing defeat.

Should she run off and wallow in hole somewhere while she contemplates ****?