The orc reenters

No sooner than the door had closed behind Kalfr did it open again to admit the orcish pimp. He silently walked to the box next to Viviana’s bed and checked it.

“Good girl. He paid.”

In spite of her treatment, she felt a flush of pride at being called a good girl. He came over and touched between her legs, inspecting her.

“He stretched you good, didn’t he? None of the small folk for you tonight!” He laughed hard and Viviana had to keep from wailing. The night could only get worse.

“Please… he mentioned something.. Aperroot salve. I need some.”

The orcish pimp looked at her again. “I think you’re sufficiently stretched for the night.”

“No! Please!”

He just laughed and left her again, still chained up, pussy gaping from the bull-man’s cock, with the knowledge that she’d have no respite from the monsters the whorehouse owner had in store for her.