A typical, nameless elven to an orc master (2nd person)

You are rudely awoken from your sleep by hands grabbing you and pulling you out of your chamber. As you jolt into consciousness you look around as you see the small room you have lived most of your life in fly past your peripherals. A large orc is pulling you along and you meekly follow his directions. You try to clear your mind from your sleep and try to focus through the brain fog that almost always covers your elven mind.

That's right, today must be the day. The orcs have deemed you "of age". Mature enough or trained enough or developed enough to be removed from your childhood home in this development and education facility. Ready to be put into use in the real world. Ready for all of the work that has been put into you to pay off for society.

You feel your generous breasts heave as you walk along. As you stumble you feel your big, ripe round ass bounce. You feel a strange mix of shame and pride as your elven nature and years of conditioning mingle to create who you are today. You look down to see your useless clitoris locked securely away in a metal cage, above your pathetic elven balls. You were never told very much about society or what to expect, only how to serve and how you should feel, but you gathered that it was standard practice to cage elven bitches just to be on the safe side. You had been very firmly told on more occasions than you could count that it was not right or just for elves to have penile orgasms: that was for real men from superior races. Supposedly many elven males would hardly be able to have one even if they tried, but the cage made sure of it.

As you walk you feel your hair drag on the ground and catch as you are hustled through another door. Your hair has never been cut and is far longer than you are tall. You don't know how much of it you will keep, but as far as you can tell its normal to have it uncut. Whoever owns you will decide how they want your hair to look. You squeal as your stuck hair is yanked, and the orc spins around. Noting the problem, he shouts for assistance as they gather up your hair and pin it up.

"Come bitch," he says, as he places a hand on the back of your neck and begins marching again.

Before you know what has hit you, you are standing in a small room with mirrors, some strange tables and instruments you do not understand. There are several facility staff members there as well as other people you recognize. There is also another orc there that you do not recognize.

He is quite large even for an orc. Tall and muscular, with several visible scars. He looks to be middle aged and has started to put on weight on top of what was probably originally an incredibly ripped physique. He is a very imposing figure and you are instinctively terrified by him and also deeply attracted to and aroused by him.

As you are brought in, the orc escorting you positions you in the middle of the room and then steps back, leaving you standing naked in the middle of the orcs.

You begin paying attention to their ongoing conversation.

"You can confirm what I was saying before, total factory default here. Everything standard issue, nothing special. Ready to be used and modified and customized as you wish, but also totally serviceable without any changes or thought. If you'd like to you can conduct a deeper inspection here if there's anything you want to see for yourself before moving forward," says one of the doctors.

"I don't think there will be much need for that," says the imposing orc, before stepping towards you. As he comes closer you crane your neck up. He seems almost twice your height!

You instinctively flinch and shy away and he laughs. He reaches a hand down and hefts one of your breasts, lightly squeezing it and eliciting a squealing coo from you.

"Haha, wonderful, exactly as it should be. No need for anything invasive here, I'll take her!"

"Great, happy to satisfy you once again. You can walk out of here with it if you want, or we can pack it up or ship it, depending on your needs."

"Pack it lightly, I'll carry it out," continues the big orc, discussing you as if you were an object.

"Will do. I'm sure you're well versed in this, all things considered, but we'll remind you again to come in right away for a replacement if this one breaks or expires. It's your birthright, just as it is for everyone else."

As they finish up, some staff comes into the room and quickly dresses you in a set of skimpy silks. Then they bring a strange bag into the room and tell you to lay down in it. You immediately obey and they hold a strange mask up to your face and you begin to pass out.

As darkness overtakes you, you see the imposing orc approach out of the aperture of the bag, and then you feel yourself being picked up.