Shemale Orc x Trap human
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"You're kidding? Right? You want this one?" the man laughed, pushing his hands in his pocket, idly toying with a few coins out of habit as he glanced back over his shoulder at the merchandise, "No, no, look, you want strong and powerful, you want this, sure, but it ain't pretty, ain't clever and really ain't safe."
"How much?" the hooded figure asked, regardless.
The man pursed his lips, reaching up to scratch at a thick black beard as he stared down into the woman's exotic pink eyes, a single wisp of curled brown hair falling down one side of her stoic face, "Uh, well it's got the control attachment so... Fifty-five gold? What does a little miss like you want it for anyway?"
"Fifty-five? For that?" the hooded figure pressed, the tone of their soft voice a little disapproving at the price, glancing briefly over towards what she was looking to buy.
He shrugged, "It's only five gold, the control attachment is the other fifty. They aren't cheap you know. But come on, what do you want it for? Indulge an old man."
Carefully she counted out fifty-five gold and placed it into the merchant's outstretched hand. He let out a sigh, lifting up his sleeve to reveal dozens of iron bands, which he searched through, reading the inscribed runes, "Suit yourself..."
Eventually, he picked one out, pulling it off his arm and holding it out to the small figure of the buyer, "Well, just be careful eh little Miss? Attachment or no, it's dangerous."
The hooded girl collected the iron band, placing it over her bare wrist and squeezing it tight so it wouldn't slip off, "Come along then, Orc," she said in a soft voice, glancing up at her new property.
The merchant watched, his curiosity unsated as the mysterious slender, wide hipped buyer in her fancy but practical clothes and hooded travel cloak walked away through the ranks of slaves in the market, being followed a few paces behind by the imposing beast of an Orcess, wearing only a tattered slip, little more than an itchy sack over her corded olive skin and a prominent iron slave collar, the runes etched on it matching the band at her new masters wrist. He shook his head and diverted his attention elsewhere, there was always more work to do.
Zu'gar glared at the back of her new masters head. She had been caught poaching just a few weeks ago on a local human Lords lavish estates and, frustratingly, she had already hunted down a fine deer when she had been abruptly caught by one of the Lords rare horseback patrols. Despite their puny weakness, they had had the fortune of having a mage among them. Her strength and combat prowess had been worthless when, in an instant, she had been struck with a bolt of something blue and electric, sending her vision swimming before all had gone black in a burst of excruciating agony.
When she had eventually awoken she discovered, to her fury, that she had been stripped of everything she had had on her by those human whelps, finding herself now with only a burlap slip over her strong body muscled. She had been locked up a cramped, filthy cell with a biting iron collar around her neck and even as the anger blazed through her mind she found herself unable to lash out, she couldn't thrash, she couldn't fight, she couldn't even scream.
The steel bars imprisoning her quickly became less confining than the bizarre imprisonments on her own mind, unable to act out, unable to disobey. She had been marched into the nearby city, her body moving against her will to whomever seemingly owned that odd iron bracelet, where, after days of walking, she had been put on sale in a strange foreign city, to be purchased by one of these weak pink skins.
She was told by her new so-called 'master' that the rest of her life would be in service to the 'superior' humans, likely as a labourer or a builder, but, in her first few weeks, she hadn't sold. The disgusting buyers wanting muscle for work didn't want a woman among their workforce and those wanting slave women, for whatever sick deprived purpose they had in mind, would never look twice at an Orc, let alone one as unique among humans as her.
It was no secret that each race despised the other. Humans typically considered Orcs to be less than animal, seeing them as brutal, stupid beasts with no right to control their own lives, useful only as tools to further the human cause. Similarly, Orcs viewed humans with disdain, a weak and uncultured bunch who only survived in the harshness of the world through their heresy of tapping into the worlds magics.
One difference, however, was that while humans viewed Orcs as being hideous with their vile green skin, protruding lower fangs and rough uncultured ways, Orcs viewed humans with lust, their small soft bodies an attractive prospect for long nights of relieving stress upon, though their fragility was often an issue, human captives didn't tend to last long unless confined to a single Orc owner.
Zu'gar kept her head bowed as she followed the swaying walk of her slow little-legged owner, gaze down not out of shame but to calm her rage. Whenever she looked up everyone who met her gaze scrunched up their faces in absolute disgust which served to feed the fire of anger inside her, but with no outlet, courtesy of her suppressive collar, it merely became pent up, frustrating her more and more with each passing second.
"Do you speak common?"
Zu'gar looked up from the dirty floor, her piercing golden eyes focusing down at the diminutive girl in front of her, her master, the little thing looking at her with, surprisingly, no hate or disgust, just curiosity.
"Yes," Zu'gar replied vacantly, obliged by her collar to answer her owner's questions, when able to.
The girl nodded, seemingly pleased, completely uncaring that they were effectively blocking a narrow walkway between rows of market stalls, people flowing around them like a river around a rock, "Good, your purchase card mentioned a lot about you, but not that, why?" Again no malice, just curiosity.
"I think most buyers don't care. We work. Not talk." Zu'gar said, her voice still flat and devoid of emotion.
The girl nodded again and pursed her lips some, shrugging, "Follow."
Zu'gar obeyed, her head once more cast down, trying to figure out her fate. She tried to think back to the girl's conversation with who had been her master and trader, what had she said she was wanted for? Truth be she hadn't been listening, she had been talked about stared at then dismissed so frequently she had stopped paying attention, but this young human woman looked unlike anyone else who had even considered her. It was a mystery she couldn't unravel.
"In here," the woman said, motioning at an open iron door through which an outpouring of conversation and laughter came.
Zu'gar, obediently, stepped inside after her master and glanced about, her massive frame blocking out the sunlight through the door, casting a shadow on the inside of the Inn which was quick to fall quiet, all eyes turning on Zu'gar, her master stepping nonchalantly forward through the throngs of people towards the bar.
After only a moment's hesitation she was compelled to follow, having to step carefully as to not sweep people off their seats as she worked her way across, what was to her, the incredibly narrow floor space between tables. As she passed the conversation picked up, but not as loud as before, gazes flickering her way.
As Zu'gar walked she picked up snippets of their hushed whispers, but she paid them no heed.
"Disgusting that thing is allowed in here, they should all-"
"I heard the non-humans are banding together, they want to outlaw slavery, imagine if shits like that were all free to-"
"Mommy!"
That one caught Zu'gar's attention, her eyes drifting down to where she had almost stepped on a little blonde girl who she hadn't seen. Quickly, and on tiny feet, she wove her way through the tables towards the bar, scrambling behind it where a taller woman stood, smirking and glancing down before turning her eyes towards the approaching Zu'gar and her new master, already leaning on the bar.
