Kick it!

With your last shred of reason you focus your whole mind onto hammering your heel into that **** pouch as hard as you can. You hear the orc roar in pain as your strike hits its target, causing the creature to fall back towards the ground. With your task finished your mind goes blank a moment. In your still half-restrained position you find it hard to look behind you, so your next thought is to free your wrists. Despite the pain of sitting down, you reach your feet forward, managing to loosen one wrist, making it easy to free the other. You give a soft sigh of relief as you regain the freedom to move, but soon your attention is drawn back to the orc.

You loosely gather that the orc is still somewhat writing in pain, seemingly still sore from the hit. But what really grabs your attention is the orc's manhood, still mostly erect. You lose your self-awareness as you're overcome by a lust for that piece of flesh. Thinking but yet not, you seize the flogger that you were just punished with and step over the orc.

It starts to get up, until you gently slap the weapon against the orc's purse. Not enough to hurt it, even as sore as your earlier strike may have made it, but it freezes in place. Your legs quiver in anticipation as you start to lower yourself. You eagerly impale yourself on the orc's cock, dropping your hips to take as much as you can and barely noticing the discomfort as the end of your tunnel is prodded. After a moment to savor the fullness you start to bounce, your ride quickly becoming urgent. The flogger sways as you hold it in position, its gentle touch threatening the orc with each swing.

The orcs grunts and its cock's throbs show signs of it's climax building, but you crave satisfaction. Seemingly instinctively you drop the flogger and grab at the orc's balls, squeezing tightly. Becoming pained rather than pleasured, you managed to keep it from finishing as you ride to your own orgasm. As you finally become completely lost in the pleasure you lean forward onto your arms with a long groan.

With your sudden itch scratched, your mind blanks for a moment before starting to clear. As you come down from the high the first thing you notice is grunting at the doorway. A few other orcs have arrived, and it sounds very much like they're laughing. The smallish orc you've mounted seems frozen, flinching as your gaze turns back to him.

It seems you've thoroughly frightened and humiliated the creature, and the others are too amused by this turn of events to apprehend you. As you begin to think about what to do next, a musty alluring smell seems to slowly heating up your body and renewing the craving that had taken over mere minutes ago.