Clean Fucktoy

The morning after her day at the pillory, Xena receives a visit from the witch. The orc is kneeling in her assigned service tent, knowing that in less than hour she'll be visited by horny soldiers looking for some stress relief. Her skin and her outfits have been cleaned up, but it is only a matter of time before she starts to reek of sexual fluids and sweat.

"You seem to be enjoying yourself so far," the witch teases, observing her plaything with a wicked grin.

Xena blushes a little, pushing a lock of hair behind her ear. "It's not so bad..." she mutters. It is a bit of an understatement. Working as a humiliated whore is actually a lot more fun than being a warrior, and she spent the entire night dreaming about human cocks and pussies.

"Good girl," Stella coos, rubbing the orc's hair with her hand. "It didn't expect you to be so receptive to my magic."

Xena squint a little as she looks back at the her mistress. "What do you mean..."

"Obviously, you've noticed by now that you are much sluttier than you were before being brought to my tower. I tampered a little with your brain's alchemy, adding a few fetishes and heightening your libido. Nothing major, mind you, you were already quite... kinky, before."

Xena stares back with a look of horror. "Why are you telling me this now?"

"You are a smart gal, surely you can figure this out."

Xena thinks for a moment, then sighs. "Because you're a cocky bitch."

"True."

"You're convinced that you've already won, and that you've corrupted me enough so that I'd rather stay here as a fucktoy than return to my ancient life."

"Am I wrong?"

Xena doesn't respond, but she knows that her silence is all the answer the witch needs.

"You love this, Xena. You're addicted to this. You were born to be a filthy little cum-dumpster. You just needed a little push in the right direction."

She grumbles. The witch is right. Even if there were no spells keeping her bound here, Xena would stay within the camp, to be further used and abused. It's embarrassing how much she craves to be molested over and over. She almost wants to thank the witch, but the faint remains of her pride prevent her from uttering those words that would only make the witch gloat further.

"I have affairs to tend to back home, so I will leave you for a while," the witch states. "Be a good fucktoy and make me proud, will you?"

Xena looks down at the dirt in silence, then nods. She _does _want to be a good fucktoy.

The sorceress gives her a nice little kiss on the forehead and hugs her, with a surprising amount of tenderness.

And then, she is gone, leaving the orc kneeling alone in her tent.

Xena place her hands against her thighs to keep them steady. She isn't even sure why they're shaking. Nerves? Giddy anticipation? Cum withdrawal? She takes a deep breath to calm herself, and then waits patiently. She hears voice coming from outside, a mix of men and women, and the clings and clangs of utensils against dishes. Once breakfast ends, soldiers will come visit her.