Collared

You looked as your now-gone father's corpse was taken away, dragged on the floor like an insignificant bag of potatoes. All that was left of him was the long trail of blood, leading to the very door from which you entered.. How could you submit so easily ?! The last bit of your orc pride flares up inside of you, as you look up defiantly to the Orc's clan leader. As soon as you do that, you are met with his powerful gaze, seeming to pierce through you to your very core. Those flaming red eyes, which your tribe never had... How could you hope to fight against that ?

You feel your muscles relax... It is futile to fight against this. You are a half-elf, you are not as great as a full orc. You did not deserve to stand up... no, you had to submit. All those thoughts racing inside of you, you could feel your orc heritage slowly fade away, as servants came along and cleaned even the blood on the ground. The only thing that was left in the room was the Orc Leader waiting for the collar, and you, on the ground, your ass turned upwards. As he came back, with a wide grin on his face, he clamped the collar around your neck, a dark pink color spreading all over your body.

"You see, this collar brings out your deepest desires..." The opposing, no, allied Orc Leader said. You had submitted, right ? You were his now.. his... and he wanted to use you, you had to please him. Like a good, submissive elf would. You suddenly feel your body change, as ripples of magic energy goes through it.