They bring you to their master

The servants lead you to the ogre's chambers and once again you are faced with his imposing frame. What was previously hidden by his loincloth is now exposed for you to see; his manhood is sized to match his colossal body. Your head still swimming from the fumes of the bath, you barely register him looking down at you, eyeing your nude body hungrily. You can only watch as his cock slowly rises, clearly displaying his arousal, fully exposing his dangling bollocks, each the size of a canteloupe and now eye level with you.

"You'd make a pretty slave." He chuckles. "But a prettier wife."

You struggle to think, to process his words. You feel there's a compliment in them and you giggle and smile timidly.

He moves back, sitting down on his bed and beckons you closer.

"You please cock, but choose; Obey, or make difficult."

His voice echoes through the haze in your mind. He did pay such a nice compliment earlier, why wouldn't you want to obey him?