Humbly. You have little choice.

Realizing that your two alternatives are realistically submission or a very painful ****, the choice becomes much easier. For you to have even the most slender chance of escape and completing your quest, you know what you have to do. You bow your head so you are looking directly at the iron shod boots of the orcish warlord and speak with as much eloquence and politeness as you ever have.

"Oh, great and mighty Tsurvurash, I humbly thank you for claiming me as your ****. That such a weak and base human girl can be claimed by such a powerful example of the superior orcish race, fills my heart with joy. I pledge to service you and your warriors with all that I am, and I hope my body will serve as some small respite during your glorious conquests."

As if to punctuate your point you nuzzle the warlord's inhuman crotch with your face, unprepared for the fact that this powerful part of his body emnates so much body heat it almost burns your skin when you touch it to your skin. Inside you are burning with equal humiliation for yourself and your race, but you know that to save humanity you must endure it. The orc's toothy grin grows even wider at hearing your words, sounding almost surprised at your humility.

"Hmm, it seems I've purchased a highly intelligent ****. You've reached the pinnacle of human thought, girl; acceptance of your inferiority to orcs. I look forward to testing the sincerity of your words. Tests that shall begin... now."

Realising his meaning, you give an enthusiastic "Yes, Master!" and scoot up between his legs. Though you remain on your knees you need to straighten your back and raise your head as high as possible to accept the dark-green tip of his orcish cock-head between your soft pink human lips. His powerfully musky smell, that you could even get a hint of while you were dancing on the stage, assaults your nose. It seems orcish males have much more potent pheromones than their human counterparts. Lavishing attention on him, your tongue attacks his monstrous member, trying not only to please him but to further lubricate your likely difficult further passage. Looking up at him with your wide, sweet eyes, fluttering your eyelashes at him in a way that made every man in your village swoon, he returns to you an expression of affectionate contempt at your efforts. Feeling frustrated that you are so readily debasing yourself for him and he is simply further patronising you, you cram even more of his cock into your wide open maw. The other human **** girl, whose saliva you still taste from her earlier servicing of Tsurvurash, kneels next to you, gasping with wonder.

"Wow, you can take it so deep. Far deeper than I could the first time I did it."

Feeling a rush of pride at this revelation, however degrading the task you've proved skillful at is, you take him even deeper into your tight throat. You look back up at him cockily, knowing he'll soon be overwhelmed by the pleasure. The mighty chieftain merely returns to you a smirk and you feel his cock tense up in your throat, expanding and hardening till your jaw is locked around him. You find it hard to breathe and start instinctively gagging around his massive tool, which he seems to enjoy. Just as you're starting to fear for your life, you feel his body relax and you're relieved as you lurch backwards off his spit slick cock and take several **** breaths. Tsurvurash laughs heartily with his two guards. That seemed to be his idea of teaching you a lesson.

"Silly conceited human girl! Haha! You have much to learn about pleasing orcs! Still, I'm sure you'll get the hang of it now that is your life's sole purpose."

Hanging your head sadly, robbed of even one tiny victory, you give a humbled "Apologies, Master." and return to your task. You take him this time in smooth consistent strokes giving him the type of blowjob he seems to want; a slow sensual and devoted one where he can relax and enjoy the soft confines of your wet mouth rather than one where you take the lead. You tremble lightly as you feel his huge claw like hands and long yellowed fingernails coiled in your luxuriant blonde mane, suddenly overwhelmed at how much of a cowardly traitor you feel as you orally pleasure a malevolent creature with a necklace of skulls jangling around his neck. Several minutes pass like this with Tsurvurash gradually guiding your head to take him faster and the wanton sounds of your sucking seem like they're echoing through the room. Though your vision is limited out of the corner of your eye you can see the mighty minotaur openly salivating at the sight of you, the goblins openly gangbanging one of their human slaves, rutting like animals. You hear the elvish noblewoman remark with haughty disgust

"Hmph, such a pretty girl. A shame she's now a receptacle for orcish cock."

Your new master growls back at her as you feel his grip tighten around your head.

"Feeling a little jealous are we, elf? Do not worry, you shall join her one day, as will all the women of the soft-skinned races."

You hear the unmistakable sounds of swords being drawn from near where the elvish woman's quarter, and you reflexively try to turn your head and get up to see the source of the likely lethal danger, but Tsurvurash just calmly holds you to him and your eyes can only see his sickly green, hairy, impossibly muscular chest. Knowing that he is strong enough to crush your skull should he wish, you realize you have **** but to continue your inter-species fellatio unabated. A minute or so passes, but no combat seems to be occurring. Tsurvurash speaks confidently.

"Hah! Your pathetic elvish men don't have the guts to defend your honour, let alone sate your lusts. Look elvish woman, here is a sight that shall comfort you in your bedchambers until the day we meet again."

As he finishes speaking you feel his dick shaking like the tremors of an erupting volcano, and it proves to be a fitting analogy as bursts of scalding hot seed blast down your throat. You are **** to swallow every spurt and after a few moments you feel your belly glowing with the warmth of your master's essence that you've consumed. Groaning, the massive orc pulls himself free of you and sprays the remainder of his orgasm over your angelic facial features and full breasts. You manage to catch a glance of the elvish woman before a strand of cum plasters your eye; if you had to guess you'd say her expression was one of powerful shock and intense fascination. The liquid that drips down your body is intensely thick and sticky like glue with a slight yellowish texture, with a taste so strong you know it'll stay in your mouth for hours. The chieftain moans with contentment and laughs again, thrusting his flagging cock forward for you to clean which you obediently do. The elvish woman speaks, her voice quivering just a shade.

"It is not the lack of guts that will prevent us from engaging you here Tsurvurash, but the abundance of brains. Keep your new whore, we have far better things to concern ourselves with."

With that the woman turns on her heel and leaves the hall, flanked by her paranoid looking bodyguards.

You finish cleaning the spent Tsurvurash and you work on scraping the viscious fluid on your face down into your mouth, wanting to clear your face, but no wanting to seem to refuse Tsurvurash by rejecting his seed. You look up to see him grinning at you madly, clearly in a very good mood after getting both a gorgeous new **** and humiliating his rivals. You wonder if he intends to leave with his new purchase now or exhibit you further. You loathe the thought of him touching you again and yet something about the utter arrogance the orcish chieftain, his strong cock, his muscular body, the powerful male pheromones he exudes and the sheer depravity of the idea of you coupling with an orc is stirring something inside you. Something dormant but potentially overwhelming. You fear it.