Orog breaks you

As Orog mocks you for losing your ability to protest, his laughter fills the room, a cruel echo of your own desires. "Look at you," he sneers, his voice dripping with scorn. "So eager for my touch, so **** for my approval. You're nothing but a weak little plaything, completely at my mercy."

His words cut deep, a painful reminder of your own vulnerability in the face of his dominance. You can feel the heat of his gaze burning into your skin as he continues to finger you with a relentless urgency, his movements driving you closer and closer to the edge of oblivion.

"And to think you had the audacity to question me," Orog taunts, his voice laced with amusement. "But now look at you, begging for my touch like a pathetic little whore. Admit it, you need me. Your body belongs to me, and you know it."

You try to deny his words, to cling to the last shreds of your defiance, but deep down, you know he's right. Every touch, every caress, only serves to reinforce the truth of his words, driving you further into the depths of submission.

Nell watches in horror and fascination as Orog continues to dominate you with his primal intensity, her eyes wide with disbelief at the sight before her. She can't tear her gaze away as he commands her to caress you, her hands trembling with uncertainty as she obeys his every whim.

With a wicked grin, Orog gestures towards you, his voice low and commanding as he speaks. "Caress her," he commands Nell, his eyes smoldering with lust as he watches her trembling form. "Make her admit that she's wrong, that she needs me."

Nell hesitates for a moment, her eyes darting between you and Orog as she struggles to comprehend the situation. But with a sense of resignation, she reaches out to touch you, her fingers tentative at first before growing bolder with each passing moment.

You gasp as Nell's hands roam over your trembling form, her touch igniting a firestorm of pleasure that threatens to consume you whole. Despite your best efforts to resist, you find yourself surrendering to the overwhelming sensations, your body arching instinctively towards her touch.

And as Orog continues to finger you with a relentless intensity, you can't help but moan in pleasure, your protests fading into the background as you lose yourself in the raw, primal passion that courses through your veins. Despite your beliefs, you find yourself admitting defeat, your body aching for Orog's touch more than you can bear.

With a triumphant grin, Orog watches as you succumb to his dominance, his fingers driving you to new heights of pleasure with each passing moment. And as you admit defeat, he knows that he has won, that your body belongs to him completely, now and forever.

As Orog's fat digits fill you, you can't help but whimper at the overwhelming sensation of his touch. Each thrust sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body, driving you to new heights of ecstasy even as his mocking words echo in your ears.

"Pathetic," Orog sneers, his voice dripping with disdain as he watches you squirm beneath him. "You're nothing but a weak little whore, begging for my touch even as you pretend to resist. Admit it, you need me. Your body craves my dominance."

You nod frantically, unable to form words as Orog's fingers continue to drive you to the brink of oblivion. His laughter fills the room, a cruel reminder of your own helplessness in the face of his power.

"Say it," Orog commands, his voice low and dangerous. "Admit that you worship me, that you'll do anything to please me. And agree with my policies, or I'll make you regret it."

Tears stream down your cheeks as you obey, your voice trembling with fear and desire. "Yes, Orog," you whimper, your words barely audible over the sound of your own ragged breath. "I worship you. I'll do anything you ask. And I agree with your policies, I swear."

But even as you speak the words, you can't shake the feeling of shame that washes over you, knowing that you're betraying your own beliefs for the sake of Orog's twisted desires. And yet, despite your best efforts to resist, you find yourself surrendering to the overwhelming sensations, your body writhing beneath his touch as he claims you as his own.

With a triumphant grin, Orog towers over you with his powerful body, his laughter ringing in your ears as he revels in his victory. And as you lie there, helpless and defeated, you can't help but wonder what other horrors await you at the hands of this cruel and merciless owner.