Subserveance

Clara was blushing violet and gasping for air as she mulled things over. The logic center of her lust-addled brain was telling her to run away now, and get away from this crazy crowd and this wicked woman with what little remained of her dignity, but another part, something much more primal and savage, more... orcish, offered another solution...

In the old days, orcs were divided up into tribes, with each tribe ruled by the strongest. As long as he or she could beat back their challengers, they kept ruling, but if they lost... they became the new ruler's ****.

The tribe system had been abolished centuries ago, and Clara had only ever learned of it in primary school, but the thought had stayed with her all these years...

"Well, what'll it be?" Hilda asks as she pinches Clara's nipples.

The green skinned beauty gasps in pleasure Her mind is made up. Her heart beats faster as she mumbles the words. "You... you defeated me..."

"Uh-huh," Hilda says not getting what Clara's saying. "So?"

"I... t-that means... I... I must..." Clara squishes her hips together. "I... I must serve you..." Juices trickle down the orc's thick green thighs as Hilda's eyes go wide.

"Wait, what?" Hilda says in confusion.

"Yes..." the orc moans as she trembles from a mini-orgasm. "It... is the law... of my people!" Clara lies. The thought of getting dominated, again and again by this human woman is making her head spin, and cause her to rush pussy-first into some very questionable decisions. "I... I am yours... mistress..." She whispers

Hilda looks down at the blushing, squirming, panting orc woman who just 5 minutes ago was trying to bully her.