...she’s in a difficult circumstance

A splash of cold water jerked Teysa out of a confused dream. She had been in a giant oven, running and screaming, looking for the exit...

The blurry shape in front of her resolved itself into a grinning olive face framed by thick tusks. Despite the roughness of the orc’s facial features, she was clearly female. Her brown eyes sparkled with mischief. Once she was sure that her prisoner was awake, she pulled back and regarded her with her hands on her hips.

They were powerful hands, Teysa couldn’t help but notice, thick and muscular with pointed nails. She had always been a physically imposing specimen, but the orcess was something else altogether. She wore a leather jerkin and a short skirt from which her powerful legs descended like tree trunks. Her biceps were bare and the size of Teysa’s thighs; each was covered in jagged Orcish rune tattoos. Her grey hair was bound back into a single long braid wrapped with strips of leather and hung with beads and feathers. There was a cruel sneer in her lip, though that may just have been the tusks distorting her smile.

“You’re awake,” she growled, and it was a growl, a predatory noise **** into the shape of speech. She reached down and grabbed Teysa’s chin, then yanked her head this way and that. Her grip was tight to the point of pain, and Teysa in her groggy state could not mount the slightest resistance.

Whatever the orcess saw satisfied her. She stepped back and crossed her arms under her formidable breasts. “You’re mine now,” she explained. “Piin said I could have you. He wants me to find out why you broke in and set that fire, but you know what?” She leaned close and grabbed Teysa’s chin again, then squeezed with such sudden ferocity that Teysa let out a strangled yelp. “I don’t care.”

Teysa tried to gather her wits before she responded. One look down confirmed that she was nude. She was sitting on a rough stone floor and leaning against an equally rough wall. Her wrists were manacled together, but that was the only restraint applied to her; she felt a glimmer of hope at that. As long as her legs were free, she might have a chance. The room she was in was small and dingy; a glowing stone set in one wall emitted a fitful light, just enough to see a straw-stuffed mattress and a loose heap of clothing. A long spear leaned against the opposite wall. The doorway was covered by a crude curtain, and Teysa could hear the faint sound of music and celebration somewhere beyond it. This was a room without creature comforts; it was a room where someone slept, not where someone lived.

"Where..." she began, but before she could finish the thought, she realized what was missing. "'Liara," she murmured through swollen lips. "Where 'Liara?"

“That your little girlfriend?” the orcess asked. “She went berserk after I clocked you. Fought like a wolverine.” She grinned, revealing a mouthful of crooked teeth. “Not well enough. But I don't need both of you. I gave her to Piin.”

She reached up and undid the clasps of her jerkin. Beneath it she was naked. She tossed it into the corner in an unselfconscious way and then stretched her arms behind her back until her shoulders popped. Her massive bosom jutted out like a continental shelf. Brass rings the width of Teysa’s finger dangled from her fat nipples, and her stomach beneath was as flat as a washboard. She reached behind herself and undid the tie that held on her skirt, revealing a puffy mound covered with bristly black hairs. Sweat beaded her mons and her powerful thighs and dripped from the turquoise ridge of her labia. She sat down on the floor with her legs spread and her knees up. One massive hand reached forward and rested on top of Teysa’s head, and she began to pull forward. Attempting to pull back was out of the question; the grip pulling her forward was as inexorable as the tide.

Just before Teysa overbalanced, the orcess spoke to her again. “My name’s Unatha. You be nice to me, and I’ll be nice to you. Cut up rough, and you'll pay for it. Understood?”

Teysa summoned up all her dignity. “I'll never cooperate,” she said in what she hoped was a defiant voice. "You're a monster."

She flinched, expecting to be slapped, but Unatha just squatted in front of her. "Oh, you'll cooperate," she said with a smile. "If you ever want to see your girlfriend again. Be nice, and I'll take you visit her. You can have a little playdate. Otherwise, I'll tell Piin to sell her to the illithids."

Teysa slumped and blinked back tears. The thought of the those reeking horrors tearing at Aliara...

"I'll be good," she said in a mouse-sized voice.

“Good.” In the next moment, Unatha yanked, and Teysa toppled forward. She landed face first in the other woman’s soft, dripping mound.

The first thing to hit her was the smell. It was thick and musky, tinged with sour sweat. Aliara’s pussy was always so fragrant and her honey so sweet. This, by contrast, was like sticking her head in a tanner’s shack. Wiry hairs scraped across her cheeks and tickled her nostrils. She pulled back an inch or two, just to catch her breath and get her bearings, but Unatha grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled. Teysa hissed in pain and stopped moving. She hovered there for a moment or two, then opened her mouth and, with great **** and no small amount of care, extended her tongue.

Despite her brutish appearance, Unatha’s lips were as soft and tender as Aliara’s. Teysa’s tongue fluttered across them, stroking up one side and down the other. The orcess’s clit was much larger than Aliara’s and already swollen, and Teysa suckled gently at it for a moment or two before moving on. She tried to remember the patient lessons Aliara had taught her. Go steadily, but not too hard; don’t dive in like a berserker, but listen to your partner’s body. Without her fingers, her repertoire of tricks was limited, but she did her best. She nudged with her nose against Unatha’s inner thighs and pressed down on her mons. Her tongue slid inside the orcess and lapped at her inner walls, now curled up like a snail, now broad and flat like a spade. Gradually the hand gripping her hair relaxed, and Teysa found she had some freedom of movement. She moved her neck around in a circle and probed as deeply as she could.

Unatha’s taste was different from Aliara’s, but it wasn’t bad. Where the half-elf was like sparkling champagne, the orcess was like heavy mead— thick, rich, and ripe. She produced a truly copious amount of nectar and Teysa had to struggle to lap it up. Soon her chin and cheeks were coated with the sticky stuff, and she let out a little juicy burp. Despite herself, she was starting to grow aroused; wetness dripped down her legs and she rubbed her thighs together uncomfortably. Unatha’s breath was starting to come faster now and she bucked her hips into Teysa’s face. Her thighs squeezed the paladin’s cheeks and she knotted her legs behind Teysa’s back. This grip was even tighter than the previous one, and Teysa found that she could barely breath. She **** herself to go faster and faster. Her head bobbed up and down and her tongue slithered up and down and from side to side with enough vigor to leave her short of breath. Unatha groaned, and for a moment the pressure against Teysa’s ears grew so intense that she feared she might pass out— or perhaps her head would explode like an overripe pumpkin.

All at once, the pressure relented and Unatha let out a long, loud sigh. “OooooooUUUUUUGGGHHHH!” she moaned, and Teysa felt muscles spasm around her tongue and a geyser erupt into her face. Gradually, the clutching thighs relaxed, and Teysa slumped backwards. She tried to take a deep breath and center herself, but it was hard. Her clit was sore and achy now and clamored desperately for release, and the place between her legs felt swampy and hot. Unatha noticed it, too. She licked one sausage-thick finger and slid it back and forth between Teysa's puffy pink pussy lips, and the paladin almost cried. She watched with **** longing as Unatha stood, turned, and bent down to rummage behind her bed. What she was searching for Teysa did not know, but when the orcess straightened, she had something long and curved in her hand. It looked strangely familiar, and for a moment Teysa couldn't place it. That L-shaped bend, and the dangling leather straps... then she remembered. The last time she had seen this device it had been made of blown glass and held in the delicately manicured fingers of the Drow Empress. This one was cruder, thicker, more knobbly, but its purpose was unmistakable.

Unatha turned it around until the longer end of the L was facing her, then parted her pussy lips with two fingers and pushed it inside herself. She grunted as it slid home, then reached down to tie the straps to her thighs. By the time she was finished, the rod dangled in front of her like a penis. It appeared to be made of lacquered wood, polished smooth but adorned with tiny circles like shield bosses. Unatha reached over to a stone shelf over her bed and her hand came back slathered in shiny ointment. She rubbed it all over the artificial cock, then knelt down and grabbed Teysa by the hips.

The paladin might have fought, might have kicked out and tried to escape, but she knew that to do so would be to leave Aliara to an unimaginable fate. Besides, the burning heat inside her pussy had transmuted to anticipation. She knew what was coming, and when Unatha laid the round head of her tool against Teysa's soft pink cunt, it was all she could do not to grind her hips backward in a frenzy.

The first thrust buried the rod inside Teysa to the hilt. It slid in with a deliciously wet squelch. The ointment lubricated its passage, and once inside Teysa, it tingled; she could feel a comfortable warmth spreading outward from her core. Unatha quickly fell into a rhythm of fast, powerful strokes. Her nails dug into the soft flesh of Teysa's hips. Her thighs slapped against Teysa's buttocks with a meaty thwap, thwap, thwap_, _and the paladin felt each impact shiver up her spine. The toy's tiny bumps ground against Teysa's velvety walls. She couldn't think straight; each impact magnified her pleasure, doubling and redoubling it until she was panting and gasping. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth and a line of drool ran down her chin and pooled on the floor.

Unatha lifted one hand and delivered a firm swat to Teysa's backside. Whap! The impact stung for just a moment, but it was quickly followed up by a barrage of blows. Whap! Whap! Whap! The stinging pain mixed with the feeling of ecstatic fullness, both sensations twirling together until they were inseparable. Pain and pleasure, pleasure and pain-- it was all the same to Teysa, and her overheated brain ceased trying to draw a distinction. The rod inside her was stretching her, wrecking her, plundering her tight pink pussy, and she couldn't get enough. Her bottom was starting to go numb from the repeated blows and each thrust knocked the wind out of her, but she wanted more.

Holding herself up on her knees proved to be too challenging. Her limbs felt like wet noodles. She held herself steady for as long as she could, but before long, her elbows collapsed and she fell flat on the floor. She landed in a pool of unidentifiable fluids, but before she could crawl into a more dignified position, Unatha had laid down on top of her. The orcess didn't even miss a stroke. Her body squashed Teysa and ground her breasts and belly into the hard floor. Two heavy weights pressed down on Teysa's shoulderpads-- the hard brass rings in their centers told Teysa that they were Unatha's massive, pendulous breasts. Teysa struggled to fill her lungs; it felt as though she was trapped under a warm, soft boulder. One olive hand reached around and grabbed her by the throat. Unatha shifted slightly and pulled Teysa's head up so that she was staring straight ahead. Now, at least, she could fill her lungs, though her airflow was constricted by the orcess's thick fingers. Unatha alternated between squeezing so hard that Teysa saw stars and relaxing just enough to let her breath. Each time she did, Teysa's body reacted with shameful arousal. Her cunt clenched and spasmed in the absence of oxygen. She was soon reduced to ragged, glottal heaving, and yet Unatha did not let up her ****. If anything, she grew more fervent. Her breath gusted in Teysa's ear and the fingers of her free hand dug into Teysa's firm, round buttocks. One slipped between the cheeks to tease the paladin's tight pucker, but she went no further than that.

Teysa tried to give as good as she got-- or at least a fraction thereof-- but rapidly found herself helpless in the throes of pleasure. Her eyes rolled back into her head and her moans became increasingly lewd and ****. "Ohhhh," she gurgled, "ohhh, OHHHHH, mooooooorrrrrre... plllleeaaaasssssseee..." She surrendered the last traces of her grip and allowed herself to be lost to the pleasure. Her orgasm felt like a natural cataclysm, an avalanche or earthquake, playing out in slow motion. It rolled across her brain erasing everything in its path. She jittered and writhed, fingers curling, feet beating furiously against the stone floor. "AhhhhHHHHHH! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

For her part, the orcess seemed close to release too, and Teysa's loud exultations pushed her over the edge. She thrust once more, hilting herself as deep as she could go, and bellowed in triumph like a hunter that has just brought down a stag. Warm wetness gushed across Teysa's back and dripped down between her buttocks. Unatha roared in her ear, but Teysa was too far gone to react. She lay there in an expanding puddle like a discarded doll. The mingled smell of their sweat and sex filled her nostrils and she breathed it in as though it was the finest perfume.

She was barely aware of Unatha pulling out of her, barely away of the wet sound the dildo made as it popped free of her pummeled quim. She lay there basking in the afterglow until Unatha seized her by the hair and dragged her into an upright sitting position.

"Right," she said, and smiled. "Now that you're all broken in, there's just one thing left to do..." She reached out to the shelf again and came back with a long, sharp needle. "Time to show the world who you belong to." Ignoring Teysa's feeble protests, she pinned the paladin down one-handed and brandished the needle.

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The tattoo was a crude thing, merely an orcish rune, but it told all who saw it that the bearer was property. And it was always on display; Unatha forbade Teysa from wearing clothes, except the most minimal leather wrap and, if she had been good, a tattered strophium for her breasts. Unatha liked parading her pet around, and she'd bring her out at parties to share with her friends. True to her word, from time to time she even visited Aliara. Things weren't the same between them, however. The look of shameful subservience in Teysa's eyes filled her former lover with disgust.

Teysa learned to please her mistress, to answer quickly and obediently, and to never shirk her duty. In time, she thought, she might even grow to love her.