Refuse

They can't be serious. You suddenly start seething. How dare they? You are Vyrana, mercenary and appointed leader of the Band of Few. You may not be in the best of positions right now, but you surely won't suck their cocks on demand like some whore! "I refuse!", you say, louder than you had intended. The larger orc seems confused, while the smaller one grins slightly, "Told ya again, she just playing **** to trick you. Stupid.". He then covers himself up and stands, before unrolling the whip on his side. Understanding slowly spreads across the face of the larger orc, "Ooh, I get it.", he turns to you, "Very smart, pretty human. But not smart enough for Clevt.". The smaller orc, Clevt apparrently, has now finished preparing his whip. "Go Hurk, I make her pay.", he sends the big orc away, who nods and vanishes from your sight.

Clevt raises his arm, then brings the whip down with a loud *snap*, only on the stone floor beside you though. He repeats this a few more times, getting closer and closer, making you curl up even tighter to make yourself as small as possible. You have seen the effect a whip has on bare skin. One swung with the strength of an orc would inflict horrible pain. The next strike hits the floor right next to your thigh and the tip of the whips bounces off the ground and hits your skin. It stings, but is not nearly as bad as being hit directly. You clench your teeth, close your eyes and tense up, expecting the next strike to hit you. You wait a second... two... five, at ten seconds you open your eyes carefully. Clevt is still standing there, but his hand is no longer raised. "You want suck Clevt now, human? No whip while suck.", he says.