At her tent

Soon, we arrived at her tent. The orcs threw me on the ground before they the two of us alone. As I looked up towards the orc woman, I saw a glint of mischief in her yellow eyes.

“Little human, I must admit... you surprise me.”, she said, followed by a long pause.
“How so?”, I answered weakly.
“See, my orc warriors are tough, strong and... well, they are always eager to fuck our captives into submission if necessary. Once most males learn that, they break quickly and tell us everything they know... and I mean everything. They would sell out their own mothers if asked.”
“I guess I’m not like most males then, am I?”, I responded with a smirk, a risky attempt to sound cocky.
“No, I guess you’re not like other warriors. Others go to great lengths to save their pride and their... ass, literally. You, however, did not seem to care as much.”, she said as she moved closer to me. “That leaves us two options. One, my initial judgement of you was right and you really are a male courtesan, well-versed in the sexual arts.”
“What? That is... preposterous!...”, I tried vehemently to argue.
“Or, option two, you enjoyed yourself... tho-rough-ly.”, she emphasised her last word as she reached out and grabbed a handful of my ass.

Her grip was strong and rough and almost made me gasp, but I knew that a single wrong move would set off a very unfortunate series of events.

“How could you... even... suggest that I enjoyed myself?”, I replied in the most offended tone I could muster. “You are clearly insane!”
“Insane?...”, she grinned before slapping my ass so hard that it sent shivers up my spine. “Am I insane to believe my eyes? Your small cock was hanging erect for all to see as my warrior ravaged your ass, was it not?”
“N... You’re lying!”

She knelt down so her face was inches away from mine, her gaze cutting right through me. I could feel her hot breath on my face and, surprisingly, it had a sweet and pleasant tinge to it.

“I am many things, little human, but I am not a liar. My name is Uthul of Razor Hill and, unlike your weak race, I am a strong and proud orc. Orcs do not lie! In fact, let’s have a small bet, shall we?”
“W... what?”
“How about we see this for ourselves. If I was right, then you will stay here with me in my tent as my personal servant...”
“And if I am right?”, I asked, hopeful.
“...Then, I let you go free.”

She would let me go free? I wondered if that was a lie, but her face had taken on a most serious look. As odd as it sounds, somehow... I felt I could trust her.