I arched my back in pleasure, presenting my body for more. My eyes adjusted to the darkness of the hold. “Oh Prestira, did I hurt you?” Yavara smiled, “I’m sorry, I’ll make it up to you.”
Yavara’s luscious wet lips wrapped around my clit. “Please!” I hissed between my smooshed lips, “I’ve been a good little slut, haven’t I? I, the slut who was losing her mind. Then he placed the head of his cock against my open mouth, and drove in. The orc chained my wrists to a loop in the deck, then bolted my ankle shackles to the floor. I wasn’t enjoying a thing they were doing to me, but they were right to an extent, I was no stranger to pain. They writhed and screamed and gushed their orgasms, then obediently swallowed what had been deposited in their mouths, and opened for the next man. Make me your slave! The rubber point pressed against my sphincter.
