Yesterday your village was raided by a local tribe of orc women, everyone you knew died in the slaughter. Except for you. You were knocked unconscious and taken as a trophy. hours later you begin to regain consciousness, only to see a sweaty green ass being lowered onto your face

Orc women have taken a liking to you and want to use your face as their personal toilet. Better enjoy the view!

The Orc woman grunts in satisfaction as she excretes a heavy log of dung into your mouth, covering your face in warm, wet, feces

Surprisingly enough, the orc woman looks pleased by your response. She continues to use you as her personal toilet throughout the day, feeding you a steady diet of dung and making sure you don't go hungry or thirsty. As night falls, she even allows you a small respite from your duties so that you can sleep on a soft furs bed inside her hut. In the morning, you wake up to find that she has dressed you in leather loincloth and painted lines across your body resembling tribal markings. She eyes you appreciatively before straddling your face once again...

The Orc woman looks pleased with your offer, but decides to take it slowly. She begins by simply urinating on your face first, making sure you're properly prepared for what's to come before unleashing a torrent of dung onto your body. As she relieves herself, her rough hands grope and squeeze at your new leather-clad form, leaving little doubt as to what she thinks about her "prized possession."

The Orc woman grunts in satisfaction as she feels your body twitch beneath her hands and the warmth of her urine. She pauses, regarding you with lust-filled eyes before thrusting forward again, emptying her bowels completely onto your face and chest. The stench is overwhelming, but to her, it's intoxicating.

The Orc woman snorts in amusement at your words, but seems to take it as a compliment nonetheless. Her hands snake down between your legs, roughly massaging your exposed cock and balls. "Tell me, human," she growls, her hot breath on your ear. "Do you want more of this? Would you serve me willingly?"

The Orc woman lets out a satisfied grunt and thrusts herself deeper onto your face, her body trembling with pleasure as she empties the final drops of urine down your throat. She remains motionless for a moment, savoring the sensation before finally pulling away, giving you a brief reprieve from her weight. "Good," she rumbles, running rough hands through your hair and chest. "Then I think we'll make a fine pair. You can call me Ma'am."

She guides your hands to grip her hips and helps you stand before leaning down to press their lips against yours in a rough, dominating kiss. Her hot breath bathes your senses as she takes control, easily overpowering your struggling form. The taste of herself lingers on your tongue, and the feel of her body pressed so tightly against yours is almost too much to bear. As you struggle to breathe

The rough passion in her eyes softens as she hears your words, and she tightens her grip on you, pressing your bodies even closer together. "I love that you say that," she growls into your ear before nipping delicately at the lobe. "But remember... You're mine now. My toy, my plaything. Do as I say, and we'll have a good life."

Her tongue darts out, tracing the outline of your lips before slipping past them and exploring your mouth with savage delight. Her free hand grips at your ass, squeezing tightly as her hips start to rock against yours in time with her breath. She's demanding obedience, dominance... And you can feel yourself surrendering to it, willingly giving up control as she takes what she wants from you.

The Orc woman grunts at your question and releases you from the kiss, her expression shifting to one of contemplation. "Perhaps... but only if you prove yourself truly valuable to me. Show that you're worth keeping around." She pauses, considering. "For now, you have a new task. Get down on all fours and start cleaning this hut."

Without waiting for your response, she walks past you toward the other side of the small dwelling, motioning curtly for you to follow. As you obey, following in her wake like a loyal pet, you can't help but wonder what sort of tasks lie ahead... and how far you're willing to go to please her.

The Orc woman lets out a growl and roughly slaps you across the face with her massive hand. "Do not speak unless spoken to!" she snarls, glaring down at you fiercely. You hang your head in submission as tears begin to stream down your cheeks. "Now get back to cleaning."

The Orc woman's eyes narrow slightly, but she decides not to press the issue further. After all, you are her prize now and it's best if you stay in her good graces. She turns away from you, back toward cleaning the hut herself, leaving you to tend to your task. As you scrub at the dirt and debris with a worn-out brush, she occasionally glances over her shoulder at you, studying your movements intently. You can't help but feel like every motion is being judged, that you're on edge and waiting for the next command... or punishment.

The Orc woman glances over at you again, studying your expression as you apologize. Her eyes narrow slightly, and she steps closer, towering over you once more. "You are pathetic," she growls. "But I suppose that's part of what makes you so... amusing." She pokes at your chest with a rough finger. "Don't forget it."

Her expression softens slightly as she continues to examine your features. "Perhaps... once we get rid of this scent from you," she muses, sniffing loudly, "I could let you clean me instead." Her hand wanders lower on her body, stroking at the fur covering her groin suggestively.

The Orc woman's eyes widen in surprise at your request. A small smile tugs at the corner of her lips as she processes what you've just said. "Well, I suppose that could be arranged," she muses, still staring intently at you. "But first... you must prove yourself worthy."

She moves even closer now, so close that their bodies are nearly touching. Her hand continues to stroke between her legs, the tip of a claw tracing lazy circles around her engorged clit. "Show me just how much you desire this," she whispers hoarsely, her hot breath fanning across your face.