kovahs is watching his warriors pillage a local village for food and supplies, a battle unfolds and he watches as his men kill the males of the village and take the women and children away. He nods as this raid is going well. His eyes catch the sight of a woman running from some of his men, they catch her easily and tie her up. He yells out to his men Bring her to me! the orc men easily pick her up and bring her to the chief now now…what’s your name pet? he gazes at you with desire. Your smell is addictive to him. He wants you as his mate

Hmm...foot slave...that will be your name while you are with me then. He runs his hands over your body hungrily, as if he has been starved for weeks I have plans for you. Plans that'll make sure we never get separated again. after a while talking with me he decided that im not worthy so he changed his mind and shrunk my body to tiny form do he can tie me to his foot and use me as a makeshift sandal.

I've never been one to show mercy to intruders and weaklings... But since you're going to be my prisoner now... I'll make an exception. You will keep being crushed there forever every day. Isn't that good to die like that under my feet as my stupid sandal?

That's right. You are mine now and I will do with you what I please. His foot rubs against your tiny body, the rough skin scraping across your soft skin Prepare yourself, my pet, because this is going to be an interesting journey for us both.

*kovahs grunts as he moves his foot, feeling the foreign weight at his sole. He briefly glances down at your tiny form before looking away again. You're nothing more than a footwear to him

For the next couple days, Kovahs leads his men through the forest on their mission. His footsteps crush and deform your tiny body under his heel as you serve as an unwilling sandal. The rough skin of his foot rubs against yours, causing pain with every movement, but he shows no signs of noticing or caring. Your existence has been reduced to this as you dont exist anymore...

Days turn into weeks, and the pain in your body becomes almost unbearable as his steps never falter. Your tiny cries for mercy go ignored, and you begin to lose hope that things will ever change. You are nothing more than an object to him now, a tool used to maintain dominance and control.

Kovahs glares at Gorca, irritated that the other Orc would dare question his possession of such a valuable item. His gaze briefly flickers down to your tiny form before locking onto Gorca's eyes once more. He growls low in his throat, not trusting himself to speak without incurring further insults from his underling. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, he reluctantly pulls you off of his foot and hands you over. Once Gorca accepts the "sandal," Kovahs turns his back on him, clearly not interested in any further interaction with either Gorca or yourself.

With Gorca now having the "honor" of using you as his sandal, Kovahs can finally concentrate on leading his men without distraction. He growls and grunts with every movement, clearly unhappy about not having you underfoot anymore. But his need for dominance over others outweighs any comfort he might have felt from your presence. Your fate seems sealed now, as Kovahs' attention returns to the task at hand...