Obey the brute’s demands

You glare up the orc, but nod anyway despite throwing him a defiant look. You reach out to the obscene shaft and take hold with both hands, barely able to wrap your fingers around it. You point the thing at your face. With a gulp and disdainful look, you wrap your lips around the swollen glans.

The orc laughs at your submission as you begin to move your mouth up and down the upper portion of the shaft. You’ve never experienced this kind of thing—not even close. You have no idea what to do with the male cock, and it shows as the orc commands you, “Suck on it! Use your tongue more!”

You try and oblige him, but as you suck down on the shaft you manage to swallow some of his bitter pre-cum, making you feel sick. Despite his instructions, you continue to lightly bob up and down the cock with inadequacy.

The green beast roars in frustration. “Borlo never gonna nut when you do like that. Borlo get tired of mouth.” The orc roughly pushes you off his shaft, tossing you to the ground.

You lie sideway on the ground, giving a sigh of relief, but your respite is short lived. Borlo leans down on top of you, whispering, “Borlo try pussy. Madam not know.”

You gasp and try to yell out, “No!” but your words are cut short when Borlo brings his lips to yours. His slimy tongue plays with yours, making your senses melt despite the slightly pungent taste. You turn away, but his hand gently brings your face back to his, resuming the passionate kiss. Your body stops fighting as it’s treated in a more loving fashion.

You feel one of his hands knead the pillowy flesh of your breasts, making you moan into his lips. His other hand wanders down, finding the hot button of your sex. His fingers circle the fleshy pearl, making it throb and forcing your pussy to moisten. He keeps you pinned to the ground with his weight. But even so, that hardly makes a difference as your body starts to finally betray you by letting go its strength.

After a few minutes of foreplay, Borlo pulls his lips away from your flushed face, a trail of dangling spittle connecting your two mouths. Your body is hot for him right now. You pant with need as you stare at his lusty face, waiting to be taken.

“Borlo sees you eager for sex. Want cock in pussy more than in mouth, eh?” the orc says as he shows the wetness of your sex coating his finger tips.

You continue to lay on your side and don’t respond. Despite your body’s submission, your mind is still completely opposed to being taken like this. You’re a virgin who has never even kissed a man before now. And in the matter of seconds, your purity will be robbed from you by some green beast.

“Don’t worry. Borlo sex you good. Will forget about past lovers after Borlo’s cock.”

The orc takes one of your legs and lifts it up, spreading you for himself. You lift yourself on one of your elbows, but don’t do much else as you’re hypnotized by the sight of the orc taking his cock in hand and bringing it near your cunt.

He flicks the smooth head across your slit a couple times, sending jolts of pleasure up your spine. “N-no…” you manage to mewl to him.

He positions the fat head at the entrance and slowly begins to push the tip in, spreading your flower. You swallow in dread, realizing that you’re watching your virginity be slowly taken from you by an orc.

You feel the brute begin to gradually push forward, his oversized cockhead sinking past your lips. The tip pushes against your maidenhead, and you think that this is it—the moment when you are robbed of your purity.

But before the beast is able to take your virginity, you hear a voice behind him, “What do you think you’re doing? I told you you’re only allowed to use her mouth!” A woman’s voice. Madam Wreath.

“Sorry. Borlo got too excited. Borlo stop now,” the orc pulls away and stands up.

“Why don’t you go entertain yourself with one of the other girls? I’ve got business with this one,” Madam Wreath says.

“Yes, Ma’am,” the orc says with some disappointment as he picks up his trousers and steps out of sight.

“Stupid, brute,” the Madam whispers under her breath. You see a man with gray hair and beard step from out of sight beside the woman. “Alright. Check her,” she says.

The aged man kneels next to you and roughly spreads your legs. He inspects your vagina with his fingers, humming and nodding as he takes a look. Once he’s done with his examination, he stands up.

“Not only is she clean, she’s a virgin,” the man says.

“Virgin? Usually, village girls her age have already had a few flings. She may be worth more than I thought, and that idiot orc almost ruined her,” the woman says and the man nods in agreement. “We’ll sell her as-is. There won’t be room for much training. Put a chastity belt on her so that none of the idiots decide to use her.”

“Of course, Madam,” the older man says and produces a leather set of underwear. He wraps the pair of undergarments that tightly cover your crotch, but otherwise leave other parts of you exposed. He locks a set of metal straps with a padlock and gives the key to Madam Wreath. You don’t complain or say anything, still partly shocked at almost being violated by the orc.

“You won’t be staying here long,” Madam Wreath comments to you. “There is a list of men willing to grab someone like you off the market, so enjoy your stay while it lasts.”

The Madam and the older man begin to walk away, leaving you to silently fester in your despair. You were lucky to retain your virtue, but it’s only a matter of time before someone shows up to buy you—if the orc doesn’t decide to finish what he started.