Magra (metaphorically) licks her wounds as she gets licked.

Current Status: 5 Corruption, 7 Submission

"The fight isn't end yet, if you can't win it, then no one should. Start plotting ways to use the handsome **** to bring about Snuzu's downfall."

Target > 50

1d100 Roll = 31

Unsuccessful Suggestion (+1 Submission)

Magra enviously looks over at Snuzu as the handsome **** coaxes another powerful orgasm out of her, making her squeal in delight as her whole body trembles.

This isn't over, Magra tells herself. She'll find some way to engineer Snuzu's downfall and reclaim the... ooooh. OOOOOOOHHH!

Magra's eyes cross in pleasure as a whorish moan escapes her lips. Any thoughts of **** are driven from her mind as the pleasure continues to grow within her. She looks down to see who could ve making her fee this good this fast, and then mewls in shame and tries to cover her blushing face at what she sees.

A particularly scrawny, effeminate elf man has snaked his way between her strong, muscular thighs and is dutifully worshiping her hairy cunny as if the two were long-lost lovers.

The fact that he is so... so... ugly (to an orc! Human women would have fought to claim such a fine prize!) fills Magra with shame.

The other orc girls will never let her live this down!

The elf man looks up at Magra with fire in his eyes, all while he continues to lick, kiss, and suck her eager, welcoming pussy with abandon.

The look of pure reverence in his eyes fills Magra with all sorts of confusing feelings she doesn't want acknowledge right now, so she breaks eye contact with him and looks away from him.

Instead, her jaw drops when she sees the other unclaimed slaves. All of them have stripped naked now and have surrounded her. They all appear very eager to have their way with her... if their erections are any indicator. Several are even stroking themselves already. Practically all of them are eying Magra hungrily, the lust visible on all their faces.

Apparently all of the ongoing displays of lewd and loud carnality surrounding them have helped erase any potential prejudices the slaves might have had for the orc.

Magra still blushes a little at the thought that she could inspire such sexual hunger in so many men, especially since orc men never seemed to show the appreciation for her that Magra knew she deserved (poor Magra has a few thoughts and feelings she should really talk to someone about).

Still, Magra was a mighty orc! Even if she was down on her luck, she wasn't just going to **** herself like a harlot! She still had her pride! She wasn't just going to cum on a ****'s tongue like some slut!

"Play along but defy Snuzu by refusing to cum, no matter how well the human man slaves eat you out."

Target > 60

1d100 Roll = 32+5-7

Unsuccessful Suggestion (+1 Submission Point)

As if the gods themselves were looking to set her straight, no sooner had Magra thought that, was she proven wrong.

Her Elven lover wrapped his lips around her erect, needy clit and started tenderly sucking on it while he slipped his delicate pinky into her surprisingly welcoming asshole.

Mighty Magra fell instantly.

Her eyes crossed. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth, dangling cutely between her little tusks. Her body turned to jelly as every once of tension she had kept stored within her was instantly released as she had the messiest, loudest, squirtiest orgasm of her life.

Tears of joy ran down her cheeks as she let out the girliest, most endearingly pathetic squeaks of her adult life as a torrent of femcum sprayed her elven lover's face and coated her own meaty thighs.

Whatever strength the once-mighty orc might have had was gone as she continued to cum her brains out in front of everyone.

She felt herself growing weaker and weaker, to the point she couldn't even keep herself propped up on her hands as she sat in the mud created from her own juices. Her weak arms shook and she looked around at slaves.

"H-oooollld meeeeeeee!" The orc tried to order, but in her weakened state, that 'command' came out as a weak, pathetic whine for assistance.

Still, her elven lover accepted her plea, sat up, and embraced her, kissing her lips as he continued to gently caress her.

Begin pleasuring the slaves as they pleasure you.

Target > 40

1d100 Roll = 86+5+7

Successful Suggestion (+1 Corruption Point, +1 Submission Point)

Magra finally broke the kiss, tasting herself on his lips and looked around as she continued to pant and whimper. All eyes were on her now. There was no way she could easily live this down among the other orcs, but... considering how good this ugly little elf had just made her feel, she wasn't so sure she really cared all that much. Well, at least not in the moment.

Instead, her eyes were drawn to all the hard, throbbing **** cocks currently surrounding her.

She wanted them... no... she needed them.

"C-come 'ere... s-****..." Magra tried to command, although her voice was quite hoarse from all her orgasmic screaming. "I want that cock."

Several of the horny men just laughed at her whorish command, enjoying this little chance to retake some control away from the people who had enslaved them.

"You want this?" One the **** men asked, as he stroked his not particularly impressive manhood at her.

"...yes..." Magra quietly admitted, her face burning hot with shame.

"You're going to have to beg us for them," Magra's elf lover teased her as he started fingering her asshole again.

The disgrace she-orc whimpered again and she clung to the elf to keep from just melting into a puddle then and there.

"...P-please..." Magra shamefully whispered into the elf's ear.

The shame of what she was doing hit her, and she froze.

"Please what?" The Ugly Elf playfully asked as he continued to finger the orc woman.

Magra gulped. Was she really going to throw away her pride as an orc and beg these slaves to let her pleasure them?