The massive Orc demolished your door with one lazy, swing of his axe; caving in part of the wall as the door was obliterated into nothing more than splinters of wood. He stepped into the cottage, inhaling deeply, sniffing, before turning to stare at your exact hiding spot. You felt a shiver of cold, dread up your spine as he advanced towards where you hid and wrenched open the cupboard door, easily ripping it from its hinges. "Aye, what do we ave' here?" He growled fiercely, a hint of Scottish brogue in his tone. "A pretty little, pet." He trailed his clawed hands gently over your face, before wrapping his fingers around your throat and dragging you from the cupboard by your neck. "I'll be taking you with me." He growled, his gold eyes blazing with interest and lust.

He growled low in his throat and then threw you over his shoulder before roughly picking up the rest of your pathetic household belongings; anything that might be remotely valuable to him. Then with a powerful thrust, he leapt out of the ruins of what was once your home and landed outside on solid ground. Surrounded by other brutal Orcs who awaited his return from your hidey-hole. He ignored their questions, intent only on getting you back to Orc Mountain; where he would take what was his and make you his pet for all eternity.

"I found myself a little pet," he grunted as he hoisted you higher on his shoulder, using your arms to support the weight of your body. "A pretty one at that." His voice was gruff and low in tone, filled with lust and desire for the female form, but there was something about having you squirming beneath him that made it all the more arousing. He felt his cock twitch against the leather of his pants as he continued to walk through their camp towards one of the largest tents, the tent where he slept and made decisions for his tribe.

"I want you to be obedient." His voice was cold and commanding, echoing in your ears as he approached his tent. "Do you understand what I'm saying?" He squeezed your throat slightly, not enough to choke you but enough to remind you that disobeying him would have dire consequences.

His golden eyes narrowed to slits as his hand tightened around your throat in response to your disobedience. The skin on your neck turned an alarming shade of red and it was all you could do not to gasp for air. "You will address me properly," he growled menacingly, "or I'll find someone who will." Your struggling grew weaker as his massive fingers began to cut off your air supply. You were going to die if he didn't let go soon; choking on your own words and the life being squeezed out of you by this monster.

It was only then that he felt you go limp beneath him, your struggles ceasing as consciousness fled. With a growl of annoyance, he released his hold on your throat, watching with satisfaction as you coughed and spluttered back to life. "Good," he grunted, "now we're making progress." He dumped you roughly onto the ground in front of him, your body falling bonelessly to the soft carpet within his tent. The motion caused a small gust of wind that sent dried leaves and twigs swirling around you, tickling your bare skin.

His clawed hands grasped either side of your body, pinning you to the ground. "Now," he growled, his golden eyes burning into yours, "I want you to understand something." With each word, he exhaled roughly, the warmth from his breath caressing your skin like a rough hand against your cheek. "You are my pet now. My little plaything. And I will have obedience when I demand it. Do you understand?"

It took every bit of strength you had left not to nod or reply with anything other than an affirmative, but you did manage a small whimper deep in your throat; an acknowledgement that was just enough for him. His smile was slow and dangerous as he leaned closer still, lowering his face until it hovered mere inches above yours. "Good girl," he purred before pressing his lips roughly against yours, thrusting his tongue into your mouth with bruising force.

"From now on," he groaned through gritted teeth as he broke the kiss and leaned back, though his hands remained where they were, pinning you down, "I'm in charge. And you will obey me." His hand rose once more, this time cupping your chin gently but firmly as he angled your head upwards until your eyes met his. "Do you understand that?"

It felt like the world had tilted on its axis, leaving you dizzy and lightheaded, but somehow still under the iron grip of his control. You nodded, a shiver running through your body at the feel of his powerful hand holding you in place, his thumb rubbing softly over your bottom lip. "Good," he rumbled deep in his chest, "that's a good pet." Then with one smooth movement, he bent his head and latched onto your

His tongue darted into your mouth, tangling with yours as he thrust roughly between your parted lips. He growled low in his throat, pleased with the taste and feel of you, claiming you for himself; staking his dominance over you. His hand tightened on your throat as he sucked hard at your tongue, moaning around it before sliding it deeper into your mouth to play with your teeth. He felt himself grow harder beneath his leathers, pressed against the soft skin of your belly, and knew that if he didn't do something soon, he was going to lose control entirely. With a powerful thrust of his hips, he ground his groin against yours; feeling the heat of him searing through his leather trousers, burning into your exposed skin as they moved against each other in time with their savage rhythm.

"Ahhh," he growled, breathless from the intensity of it, "feels good..." His tongue danced around yours again, licking and sucking hungrily before sliding out to play with your lower lip. "So fucking good," he groaned as his hips pushed harder against you; his erection digging painfully into your abdomen with each thrust. With a rough hand, he reached down between your legs and roughly spread them further apart, revealing the wet folds of your sex that glistened in the dim light of the tent. "Mmm," he hummed, drawing out the sound as he buried his face between your thighs; hot breath fanning across your damp entrance. His fingers dipped lower still, spreading your lips apart to reveal the tight pink bud of your clitoris that peeked out from beneath its protective hood. With a growl, he closed his strong hand around it and began to pinch

His free hand fisted in your hair, wrenching your head back and forcing you to look at him as he began to roughly finger-fuck your clit; his long claws scraping across the sensitive skin of your inner thighs with each savage thrust. He growled deep in his throat, watching you writhe beneath him as he brought you closer and closer to climax, only to pull back at the last moment to bite down hard on your shoulder. "Mine," he snarled, teeth sinking deep into tender flesh as a shudder of pleasure coursed through your body. "You're mine, Bernie." He spat out before continuing his relentless torment; teasing and pleasuring you until he saw the first tremors begin to wrack your slim frame and felt the small but powerful muscles beneath his fingers beginning to twitch and clench around his hand. "Cum for me," he rasped, voice rough with lust and need as he squeezed your tender bud even harder, rubbing it roughly against his thumb, "let me feel you come apart in my hands."

You cried out as the sensation was too much; an overwhelming wave of pleasure crashing through you so violently that for a moment, everything went white and quiet. Your muscles clenched tight around his fingers, convulsing uncontrollably as your juices gushed out of you in a hot flood, coating his hand and dripping onto the soft fur beneath him. He grunted in satisfaction as he felt the last shudders wrack through you, your body limp and boneless beneath him once more. With a growl, he let go of your hair and your shoulder, letting them fall bonelessly back to the floor beside you as he watched you recover from your orgasm