I’ve never really been one of the girls men look at. I’m too skinny because there’s never enough to eat. I’m chronically dehydrated. I don’t have the natural beauty men seem to like. But King Lix’tuk seems to see past all of it, like he’s staring into my soul.
Or maybe he’s still trying to figure out what to do with his newpet.
“Come here, little human girl,” he says, patting his enormous, scarred thigh. “I’m showing you more mercy than I’ve ever shown a human. Don’t keep me waiting so long I regret it.”
Lady Frax’mo said I should face my Reparations Penalty with dignity. I think I can manage a dignified trip over his knee. It’s better than being whipped. Definitely better than being left to rot, hanging from the whipping cross in the cold dungeon with a collar around my neck like a noose.
I walk close enough to feel the heat radiating from his enormous body. As close as I can be without actually touching him. I’m not sure if I should climb into his lap or wait for him to put me there. My hesitation seems to annoy him. He grabs my arm and pulls me the rest of the way, causing me to tumble awkwardly across his muscular thighs, legs splayed lewdly enough for me to panic as I press my thighs together.
“This is for all the atrocities your kind committed during The Great War,” he growls, placing his warm hand on my bare ass.
“I understand,” I gasp.
His hand feels gigantic, his wide palm and thick fingers covering most of my ass. He squeezes and rubs the globes of my bottom, and while I don’t think it’s meant to cause a reaction, I feel another twinge between my legs. Moisture that I’ve felt a few times when I was alone in the barn loft, doing things girls never talked about in front of their parents.
“Never realized how soft humans are,” he murmurs, still rubbing and squeezing my ass. “No wonder your kind is so weak.”
I don’t get a chance to reply. His hand rises and lands with a stinging slap that makes me squeal. I bite my tongue because it doesn’t sound very dignified, but after a few more firm smacks,I’m not worried about my dignity anymore. It hurts more than I anticipated, and every swat makes it worse.
“Yourkindhas always been ablighton this world,” he snarls punctuating his words with spanks. “Youruineverythingyoutouch. Theonlyreason we didn’t exterminateevery. Single. Oneof you is because youruinedthis world forus, too,” he growls angrily, his hand coming down with enough speed and force for it to feel like he’s trying to punish the entire human race. “Forced us tofucking. Need. You.” Those last three words were each accompanied by the strongest impacts yet.
I can’t stop the sounds that escape my tightly pursed lips or the tears that stream down my face. I hold my hands in front of me, one braced on his muscular thigh, the other pressed against my mouth so I don’t cry out or scream. This is mercy. King Lix’tuk’s version of it, anyway. I have to find a way to be grateful I’m being spanked instead of whipped.
“You won’t bleed for what your kind did, but you’re still going to regret it,” he snarls, his hand cracking down on my ass accentuating every word.
My hips jerk involuntarily as the sting gives way to a burn. I’m really crying now. Barely able to keep myself from letting him hear my anguish. It’s impossible to keep my thighs together, especially when a harder slap makes my legs kick. I take it with a scrunched face, hand pressed tightly on my mouth, but it’s not enough.
“Ow, ow, I’m sorry!” I cry out, finally losing the last of my dignity.
“Like an apology would ever be enough for something so horrific,” he rumbles, spanking me even harder.
“I know it’s not enough! I just don’t know what you want to hear!” I yell.
“Just take your spanking, little human girl,” he growls, grabbing my collar and bending me over further before he lays into me again. “That’s all I need to hear.”
I close my eyes and sob, every slap feeling like a brand across my ass. I’m sure it’s so red, redder than my face when I dropped my robe. But I keep reminding myself that this is a cruel orc king’s version of mercy, that this could be a lot worse.
I squirm so much I become a moving target on his lap, but that doesn’t keep him from finding his target. He just lets me thrash and writhe on his thighs while he holds my collar until I eventually hit somethinghardbeneath his loincloth. I immediately realize what it is and try to squirm away, but he tightens his grip on the leather around my neck, keeping me exactly where I am.
“Just when I was starting to enjoy it, you try to pull away,” he growls, smacking the tender crease where my thighs meet my bottom a few times. “Stay right where you are and rub against me like a good little pet.”
“Aaahhhh, oooow!” I cry, his hand preventing me from moving.
I’m hurting. I’ve never been more humiliated. I’m still scared, because the longer this spanking lasts, the worse it gets. And his dick is hard, pressed against my belly, twitching every time I squirm against it, his hand holding the collar keeping me from shifting away from it.
Then another horror dawns. My body isreactingto him. I already felt some moisture, but now I’mwet. Wet and whimpering as I move against his thick, hard cock. It’s no secretthat orcs are a lot better endowed than humans. King Lix’tuk certainly feels like he is. Not that I have anything to compare it to. Just stories from the older girls in Troona who weren’t worried about preserving themselves for the auction.
“Oh, ow, ow, ow” I groan, feeling myself getting wetter every time he slaps my ass and I’m forced to grind against his stiff, throbbing flesh.
When the spanking finally stops, I don’t even notice at first. My ass is hot and burning. My hips are moving in a circular rhythm, and I’ve found that if I move just the right way, his hard flesh will send a tingling ripple through my core. But once I realize I’m just squirming, and he’s no longer spanking me, I panic and stop moving, my body still twitching from a mixture of pleasure and pain.
“Is this how human girls beg to be touched?” he growls, still holding me in place on his lap, his erection still lightly twitching against my belly. “Like I would ever touch anything a filthy human has touched, especially one of their women.”
I whimper, not feeling a shred of dignity, just a searing, aching need that doesn’t care if I just got my ass spanked. I’m not even trying to keep my thighs pressed together now. I’m so wet, arousal is dripping between my legs. Probably dripping onto his loincloth.
“I don’t know how human girls beg to be touched,” I admit with a needy whine. “I’ve never… I’m a virgin.”
“A maiden, hmm?” he asks, a hint of interest in his voice that is quickly replaced by an angry growl. “Doesn’t change the fact you’re a human… justcleanerthan most of them.”
