Like a submissive little slut

"Y-you win..." Clara croaks, her face as purple as a prune.

"And as the winner, I'm an entitled to a few things, right?" Hilda says, stroking Clara's slimy slit.

The orc coos in approval, but those soon turn to moans of frustration when Hilda pulls away.

"First, I'm in charge now, got it?" The naked human woman says as she runs her index finger along Clara's luscious lower lips. "I'm the boss. What I says goes. No more back-talk or fighting. Ok?"

"Uh-huh..." Clara whimpers as Hilda tenderly touches and teases her. The once-proud orc is lying on her back, naked, in the mud, and with her arms folded up, as if she were a dog begging for scraps from her mistress. She doesn't dare try to cover up. The boss hasn't said she can.

"So we can do this one of two ways," the naked noble says as she starts to really give the constable the business. Clara squeals as Hilda rubs her clit. "I can let you go, now, dressed as you are," Hilda says, stopping her sexy ministrations and making Clara look out at the blushing, breathless crowd that has gathered round to watch her get humiliated. "Or you can stick around, do what I say, and we can have some more fun."

Hilda punctuates those last words with another diddling of Clara's wet and willing pussy, causing the once-proud constable to scream and squirt while everyone watches,

"Well baby, what'll it be?" Hilda asks the gasping, shivering orc woman.