Who do you think, bitch? There's no escape for you

When you wake up, you think that you have died. Your skin is moist, and the air around it is hot. You slowly open your eyes, and immediately take in the glowing light thrown off by a fire. You move to sit up, when a strong hand is placed on your chest, between your now modest breasts, and pushes you back down. You look up to see an orcish face leering down at you.

"Lay down now little princess. You've had quite an adventure."

"Where am I? Who are you?" you demand.

The orc looks at you with amusement, before replying, "You don't need to know any of that. You're safe. I've saved you from yourself. I'll make sure you make a full recovery, though the matter of your punishment is still to be addressed."

Your hear races. Your escape failed. No matter where you are, you're obviously back in subhuman hands.

"Luckily they had already packed your guts with plenty of nutrients," continues the orc, laughing, "So I didn't have to worry about feeding you."

He reaches down and puts his hand between your legs, under your ass, pressing on the plug that is still inside you. The surge of sensation makes you shudder, as your ass involuntarily spasms.

"G-get your hands off me, beast," you cry.

He just laughs again and rolls you over, pressing your chest against the cot you are lying on. He begins to knead your big ass, his strong hands roughly groping the soft flesh of your buttocks. He begins to pull gently on the plug, before pushing it back in.

"I think I'll have a sample of your wares," he says, as he continues to play with your ass, "But first I better open you up."

He pulls the plug out of your ass, and you feel yourself gape slightly. He puts his hand somewhere out of sight, then returns it to your ass. You feel his now slippery fingers slide inside your hole. He works up from two to three, as he begins to stroke your insides in earnest.

You begin to moan, as the pleasure builds in your ass. Your clit is dribbling, and your pussy is getting very wet. The orc moves up to all four fingers, then begins to pump them in and out. You gasp.

He works your ass for a while, pumping his fingers in and out, twisting them around in all sorts of configurations, stretching your opening as you lay there helplessly, lost in pleasure. After a few minutes, he pulls back slightly, then you feel him enter you again, this time with his whole fist.

His hand works its way into your asshole, sliding deep inside as you coo and moan.. He begins to open his hand, then starts to massage your innards as he begins to pump his arm in and out. You almost forget to breathe, it feels so good. He pumps your weak prostate and then pushes his hand all the way up into your colon, stroking your inner walls as you begin to writhe around him. He drives you into a powerful orgasm as you squirt from your ass, but he doesn't stop there. The pleasure inside you continues to build, as he drives you over the top over and over again.

You lose yourself to the pleasure, feeling his expert hand **** you deep inside. You barely here him as he whispers in your ear, "Time for your punishment, whore."

As he drives you to yet another orgasm, you feel his other hand brush the cage around your clit, then make its way to your balls. He slightly fondles them, before gripping them firmly. He places a finger and a thumb on either side of one of your testicles as he continues to pump your ass. Then, at the peak of an orgasm, he squeezes down with incredible ****. You have no warning whatsoever before feeling one of your testicles pop. The sound is almost audible, as pain rips through your body from your ruined testicle. Despite the pain, you continue experiencing the most incredible orgasm of your life. He gives you no reprieve as he continues to explore your depths.

"You really don't understand. You haven't accepted it. There is no escape, no hope. You cannot stop this, because you are weak. You have no power and never will. Just accept it. Surrender, and you will find more joy in your worthless servitude than you could ever find in life."

His words echo around in your skull, seducing you. What he's saying makes sense. You have no chance to get away, and you were foolish to think you could. You hate what they're doing to you, but it feels so good. Maybe you really were made for this. You're obviously not a real man, certainly not compared to them. See how trivial it was for them to rob you of whatever you thought you had. They did it figuratively, and it seems now they may do it literally. What good is fighting?