Break her

A strange sense of detachment covered all over Shari as her body crossed the distance between the entrance and the powerful Orc Chieftain. A few of the orcs did notice her passing by, but she didn't feel their hands groping her body.

The smell of the room was thick. The beer, the roasted venison, the sweat of the warriors and fucked women. Shari was thinking about it while the Chieftain held her chin, admiring her beauty. He was intrigued by her. She let the coy smile play in her lips, despite the horrible, scarred face she was also curious about him.

His eyes, his nose, his jaw, his teeth, they were all far too large. His shoulders were broad. If he was the Chieftain, it was because he was the strongest of them, the smartest, the most powerful. He would be her pawn, and through him, she would control them all.

He smacked her hard. She felt the coppery taste of blood fill her mouth. Why? Did it bring him pleasure? She had just a little time to cast a Charm Spell. Perhaps it would be enough to give her the little leeway she needed to escape him.

"OUCH!" She yelled in pain, as his hands pressed over her fingers. The lumbering brute weighted maybe three or four times her. She looked at him and saw all the cruelty Orcs were famous for. She was scared. He wasn't going to fuck her, he was going to kill her!

He smiled, and let her go. She began sobbing, uncontrollably. Despite her carefully made plans, her ambition, she was nothing to him, just another scared little girl. She could feel their eyes on her, enjoying her humiliation. She wanted to just vanish, disappear and die. They let her cry for what seemed like an eternity. And then he raised her chin again, to meet his eyes.

They were pitch black. Cruel. Intelligent. Strong. Vicious. She gulped, fearful. He reached for her breast, and her heart beat faster. Another arm went around her, bringing her closer to him. She could feel her soft body pressing against him, squeezing her resistance away. His smell overwhelmed her. She moaned softly. With beady eyes, she looked up again, and found the permission to the question she didn't even know she had.

She sank to her knees. The loincloth was, if anything, worst them him. It stank. She felt like puking. But when she revealed the dark green cock, thick and long and veined, she knew what she had to do. She let her spit droll from her mouth and smear him. She touched it, feeling the leathery skin, and rubbed her hands over it, smearing him. She didn't dare to look up, She knew the Orc was looking at her. She kissed his rod, grateful to be doing it, rather than be feeling his fury again. She had done it before so many times, but she was never truly afraid. He **** her down his cock, chocking her with the sudden movement.

Shari struggled. She had trouble breathing, and it was so fucking large. The bastard would have no trouble killing her, even for the sensation of her dying gasp deep throat-ing him. She tried to fight, to cast a spell, anything, but her mind was blacking out. She was in her last moments when she noticed she could breath. Her nostrils flared and inhaled all his godly smell. A sense of complete happiness overwhelmed her. She felt the cock leave her mouth, and she began kissing it and worshiping it, with her hands and her tongue and her lips. A hand caressed her hair. Her master eyes met hers, and approved.

He brought her up, and laid her over the table. She had no resistance for him as he parted her legs. Her pussy felt damp, even more so than inside the shaman's tent. She simply laid back, and was mildly surprised when they weren't all looking at her. The orcs were feasting and fucking. No one else was looking at her. Her surrender for them was something trivial.

She felt his tip parting her pussy lips. She moaned, out of reflex, a great smile spreading on her face. He began to shove in, filling her completely. It felt good. Then she felt the pain, which she knew would come. It lasted longer, and hit her harder than she expected, and she cried for it. He did nothing to soothe it. He continued to fill her up and she begged, begged for mercy. He didn't care.

At some point, the pain became pleasure. Shari was still crying, but the blankness that wrapped her mind purified her of all the suffering. She came back from another orgasm, feeling her whole body numb. Except for her womb. It felt scotching hot. She placed a hand over it, and instinctively knew it was the Chieftain's seed inside her.

She could feel the Orc cleaning his cock on her legs. She was beyond caring, she felt simply happy. She was no longer a cursed virgin, she was a real woman now.

Shari was still laid on the table, looking up to the ceiling. She wondered if another Orc was going to come and fuck her now. She didn't believe she could endure it. Her body felt so weak. But then she saw Queiss, watching her with her feline eyes.