Nothing, you want this nightmare to end

You don’t want to be here, three month ago you were happy, to be married and curious to live and really discover sex with your future husband. Instead you were sentenced to ****, given to eat to a dragon, and as if nothing can go straight, this stupid dragon forgot to eat you, nearly froze you to **** and gave you to be **** by an orc. It’s too much for your nerves and you burst into tears not wanting to discover the next step of this descent into hell.

You stay like weeping all the day on the straw mattress. When at the evening the orc enter the room you curl up on the far corner on the bed. The orc is still bare chest, has a shield on his back and a sword at his side. He spots you on the bed, closes the door and turns toward you. He waits some time, looking at you disappointed, and, as you don’t react, turns to the pile of food. He picks the short sword up and uses it to chop some vegetables and a piece of meat, puts it all in a cauldron, adds water at the cascade and hooks it to boil in the fireplace. When it’s ready he puts the two bowls on the table and invites you to eat with a gesture of hand. You don’t move from the bed, so he finishes putting the bowl next to you and goes to eat alone at the table. You pick up the bowl. The soup has no taste but you are so hungry that you finish it anyway. When you both have finish eating, the orc turns toward you and sigh of frustration as you stay in fear as far as possible to him. Then he comes to you, you try to struggle but he easily catches both your hands and holds them on his left one and start playing with your clitoris with his right hand like yesterday. You are no more frozen but he is far too strong for you and you have **** to endure his touch. At one point he part your legs and thrust is dick inside your vagina. You are surprise that it is not more painful and realise that his touch has at least loosen you a bit. He thrust some time inside you before releasing his cum as you both came, your body enjoying it against your will.

After that, the orc laid next to you, rolls his arms around your hips holding your back against his chest. You struggle a bit but he doesn’t move nor lets you go so you stop and he soon falls asleep. You feel uncomfortable pressed against an orc, feeling his breath on your neck. The weight of his arms prevents you from escaping, but for the moment he is sleeping and is no treat to you. Fatigue does its job and you finish by falling asleep too.

When you wake up, you are alone. The orc got up while you were sleeping and left you with a bowl of soup on the table. The soup has the same taste than yesterday and you wince eating it.