The next day, Orog uses you and Nell while talking to his underlings

As Orog begins to discuss his underlings with his right hand man, you and Nell continue to suck on his flaccid cock and hefty sac, your mouths working eagerly to please him as he conducts matters relating to the division he commands.

"I want those who are too weak to finish the drills on time executed," Orog growls, his eyes flashing with determination. "Anyone who dares to defy me will suffer the consequences. I will not tolerate disobedience in my unit."

You exchange a glance with Nell, a silent understanding passing between you as you both listen to Orog's words with growing unease. Despite the pleasure of servicing him, you can't help but feel a pang of guilt at the thought of the suffering his policies will cause.

And then, unable to hold your tongue any longer, you speak up, your voice trembling with conviction as you voice your concerns. "Orog, I... I don't think this is the right approach," you say, your words faltering slightly as you gather the courage to defy him. "If you want a useful guard unit, you need to treat those under you with kindness and respect. Harsh policies will only breed resentment and rebellion, and lead to a loss of loyal soldiers."

Orog's eyes narrow in irritation at your protest, his fingers tightening around your chains as he glares down at you. "You dare to question me, little one?" he growls, his voice low and dangerous. "You forget your place."

But you refuse to be silenced, your resolve strengthening as you speak out against his tyranny. You insist, your voice ringing with defiance. "There's a better way, Orog. You just have to listen."

Frustrated by your continued protestations, Orog reaches out to silence you with his fingers, his touch sending a jolt of electricity coursing through your body. You whimper softly as he begins to finger you with a rough urgency, his movements driven by a primal need that borders on desperation.

You can feel the heat of his touch against your skin, his fingers exploring every inch of your trembling form as he drives you closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy. 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.

And as Orog's fingers plunge deeper into your slick folds, 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 aching for his disgusting orc body more than you can handle, your desires overpowering your sense of reason as you surrender yourself completely to his dominant embrace.