From Princess to Pet 03

I follow Umal back to our tent in a daze, paying no attention to my surroundings. All I can think about is the new addition to the tattoo just above my pussy. Serve and Submit. Those two words were branded in orcish runes around a pink heart. I could feel the insidious magic taking hold, losing a little more of myself with every passing moment.

And it's only half done... What more can she add? What more can she force me to do?

I shudder at the thought and yet... my pussy twitches in expectation.

As we step into the tent, the first thing my distracted mind notices is a new smell. Something I haven't smelled in a while that has my stomach rumbling. The soft earthy scent of freshly baked bread. A plump circular loaf sits on a plate on the table next to the bed. Umal notices me staring.

"Smells good doesn't it? Don't get too many luxuries out in the field, but we raided a farm a couple nights back and found some bags of fresh flour. I imagine the farmer's daughter has been fucked by half the orcs in camp at this point, but she's only human, not a real treasure like you. So I didn't mind giving her to the men, good for morale."

I can't take my eyes off the bread, all I've eaten for nearly a month is orc cum.

Thick, delicious orc cum.

I shake my head. "May I? Please?"

Umal smirks and sits on the bed. "Perhaps."

"I'll give you a choice. You can have the bread, or..." She pulls out her cock, waving it in my direction.

"You can come and kneel at my feet as usual, and get what I know you really want."

She raises an eyebrow, waiting on my decision.

With her cock now out, the scent of the bread fades, replaced by her potent musk. My brain is hardwired for that smell now, thick and heavy on the air. I'm drawn to it like a light in the fog.

Don't do this Aly. Please. The bread is right there.

I look back and forth between my two choices. The bread or her cock.

Her enormous, perfect green cock.

I haltingly take a step forward.

Just grab it, grab the bread and eat it, quickly, right now!

I take another step forwards, towards Umal. She's grinning.

No! Stop this. You can't possibly want more of her cum...

Yes I do. I can feel it like an itch in my mind. My vision narrows, an addict needing her fix. I drop to my knees in front of Umal and suck the head of her cock into my eager mouth.

"Such a good girl." She taunts me. "I knew you would make the right choice, and I didn't even need to order you."

I suck down as much as I can, able to swallow about 2/3rds of her massive cock at this point. I hate myself and her in equal measure, but I can't resist.

Why! Why? Why am I doing this? Just because her cock tastes so good...

She didn't even force me! Oh goddess what am I becoming?

Umal is chuckling, looking down at me trying to swallow as much of her cock as I can. My hands are already playing with her balls. My tongue working the underside of her shaft or teasing the head of her cock when I pull back to breathe. I bob my head quickly and smoothly, my pouty elven lips contrasting against her brutish orc cock. I use every trick I've learned she likes over the last month to make it feel good for her, to make her cum harder.

She must have noticed the mix of confusion, indignation and determination I was giving her. I want to please her, want her cum so fucking badly, yet I hate her, absolutely despise her. She finds it funny.

"Look at you pet... Such loving attention you're giving my cock, yet such fire in your eyes. I'm truly impressed you know, others would have broken long ago, even without the brand."

I... WILL... NEVER... BREAK. You will never have my virginity. I will protect my home.

"You have remarkable fortitude. I know how badly that perfect little pussy must want to get fucked by now. To get roughly split open, filled and bred."

She's right, but I won't admit it to her. Her mere presence is enough to have my pussy dripping these days. Just trying not to touch myself is a daily struggle.

Come on! Cum for me! I want it. I mean... I want to get this over with.

Not content to taunt me this much, with half her cock down my throat, Umal has the audacity to lean over and grab the bread, taking a large bite out of it. She groans in pleasure.

"This really is delicious you know."

Fuck you!

I suck her cock harder.

She wolfs down the bread, watching my reaction the whole time. Her cock is throbbing rapidly now, her balls twitching. I will soon get my 'meal'.

"Fuucckkk. That's it pet. I'm gonna... gonna... CUMMMM!" She grabs my hair and drives her cock deep into my throat. Any thought of resistance is obliterated in my mind the moment her cum erupts into my belly. My eyes glaze over and my body goes limp, nothing but a receptacle for her enormous load.

Goddess help me but I fucking love this feeling...

Once she's done swelling my stomach with a good litre of thick, stinking orc cum, she pulls out and blasts the last few ropes over my face for good measure.

"Fuck. Good work pet. I always feel great after dumping a load in you. You get better at sucking orc cock every day."

Why do her compliments make me feel good?

"Now. I'm gonna be busy today, and you need rest. Your body will need some time to adjust to the additional brand. Get some sleep, don't leave the tent. I'll be back later."

With that she adjusts her loincloth and leaves. I crawl over to my bed, collapsing into it and cradling my bloated belly. I quickly pass into sleep.

-

I wake up groggily some time later, it's warm and the tent is brightly lit, so it must be around midday. Stretching, I pull myself up and out of bed. As I look around the tent, I realise I haven't been told what to do. Normally during the day, I would be busy cleaning or preparing alchemical ingredients and the collar would ensure I remained on task. Today though, all she said was 'don't leave the tent'.

She made a mistake. As long as I don't leave, I can do whatever I want.

Testing my theory, I pick up one of the smaller swords from the rack. My collar tightens quite a bit, but nowhere near as bad as it has before. I put the sword back.

There must be some residual commands in place. I'll have to be careful. Maybe I can use this time to snoop around.

Quietly, carefully, I move over to her desk. I slide open the top drawer. My collar tightens, the brand on my stomach pulses hotly but I can power through it. I find a stack of different papers, most are too old to be useful intel but a smaller scroll with a wax seal tucked down one side catches my eye. I fish it out. The collar tightens further, my brand burning. I hastily drop the note on the ground and step away.

I did manage to glimpse the date on the note. 'Month of Owl - 10'. My knowledge of the somewhat crude orc calendar is limited, but I wrack my brain trying to compare it against the elven calendar. I've been trying my best to keep track of my days in captivity and my current best estimate is around 35 days. Extrapolating from that, the current date on the orc calender should be around Owl 12.

That means that the note is recent! I have to read it.

Attempting to pick up the scroll causes further pain from the brand and my collar to cinch tight around my neck. I stumble to my knees, realising with significant dismay that the collar hugging my neck is turning me on.

The hell is wrong with me?

I leave it for a few minutes, poking around the rest of the note but not touching anything. I don't see anything I already haven't or anything else that looks useful to me.

Trying again, I struggle through the pain and manage to unfurl the scroll before dropping it again.

Fuck! This is going to take forever. I have to read that stupid note before she gets back.

And put it back in the drawer, I realise.

Forcing myself against the magic of the brand, I wrestle the note onto the desk and manage to pin it down with a mug. I can barely breathe, but somehow manage. With the note now open, I can read it without touching it, and this doesn't seem to set off the magic of the collar so much. It's difficult, but doable.

Month of Owl - 10

Lead Scout Grubash

Warchief Bagrak, Honour to your name.

I have completed my preliminary report on the current state of the elven forces. Since your recent capture of the high value target, the elven militaries capability has been significantly degraded. In short, they are in disarray. The loss of one of their leaders has them very worried. Their men are less effective in battle, distracted. Without her magic their usual strategies are much less effective.

In the last 3 major skirmishes, we have been easily victorious and gained significant ground. However, I feel this advantage will not last forever, they will eventually come to terms with their loss, reorganise and regroup. I recommend that we continue to push hard for now and seize this momentum.

As of writing, our lines have reached the small town of Summerfield. The town has been mostly razed, Chief Hamak is using the old town hall as a temporary staging post.

Summerfield! That's less a days march from our capital. Goddess, they have made such progress!

We are currently at rest, the last 5 days have seen a sustained push forward to the town and the troops need some time to recuperate. (The Mayor's family were captured, and I believe the men have taken quite a liking to his wife and two daughters.) For the sake of morale, and for our wounded, I recommend 48 hours before our next offensive.

The Glowhaven Woods would be a good next target as....

The note is torn and ends there.

Glowhaven? There is a route through those woods that allows easier passage around Mt. Telo. That must be what the orcs are planning next. From there, they would be in a position to strike at Elvanon directly!

I slump down onto the floor, tears hot and wet on my face.

This is my fault! The orcs are pressing at our home and it's my fault! I should never have been captured, and I'm not even trying to escape! Reduced to having my mouth used a cumdump by an orc! And enjoying it no less!

I sit there for who knows how long, wallowing in self pity and doubt.

Get a fucking grip Aly! Get up. Hide the note. You are not done yet. You WILL find a way out of this. You will NOT give in!

Shakily, I pull myself to my feet. Ignoring the pain from the collar and brand, I grab the note, curl it back up, throw it into the drawer and slam the drawer shut all in one breath.

Steadying myself and trying to catch my breath, I realise it's quite late. The sun has almost gone down completely outside the tent. In a moment of panic, I hear Umal's voice approaching.

"...at's right. Send them to Hamak. He needs them most. Don't argue with me, do it, now!"

I dart over to my bed and jump into it, curling up into a ball a screwing my eyes shut.

The tent flap bursts open and she strides over to me, kicking me none too gently awake.

"Get up slut. I've not had a good day and my balls are aching. That tight throat of yours is what I really need right now." She grabs me by the hair and drags me over to her bed.

-

That night I'm put to bed with the largest dildo gag that she has. It's about 14 inches long and very nearly as thick as her. Keeping it in my throat is difficult, even with a hole to breath through. I lay awake most of the night, hardly able to breath, unable to see through the blindfold mask and yet more turned on than I've ever been in my life.

Why does having my body molded into her plaything turn me on this much? Damn her!

The next morning I practically attack her cock with my mouth as soon as she takes off the mask and gag. I try my hardest, but still can't quite take every inch of her down my throat. She sure seems to enjoy me trying though.

"Well done pet, you're progressing nicely" she says, mocking me with praise. "Once you can swallow all of me, it will be time to start training that tight little ass of yours as well."

I shudder at the thought, though with fear or arousal is hard to tell.

"For now though, it's time for you to start your new job. It's about time you started being a bit more productive around the camp, and I want to show off my toy to my men."

Now this, I am afraid of.

She must have noticed. "Don't worry baby, you have nothing to fear." She grabs me by the waist and pulls me in close. "My orders to my men were very clear, if anyone so much as touches you, I will have his head. This body is mine, it belongs to me. You are my pet, my toy, and eventually, my breeding bitch. No-one else can have you."

Breeding bitch...Breeding bitch... Breeding...bitch... Oh goddess...

I look up into her eyes, quivering. I feel completely weak and helpless in her strong arms. She looks down on me so confidently, so passionately. I feel myself being drawn to her.

She kisses me for the first time, hard and controlling. Her lips and tongue dominating mine, forcing me into submission. Her grip tightens, pulling me close, squashing my tits into her. I melt into her embrace. I've never been kissed like this before.

When she finally lets go, I nearly swoon.

Oh...oh wow. That was good...

"Now go on, report to the quartermaster. Down the hill to the big tent on the right. Get to work!" She spanks my ass hard and pushes me out of the tent.

I stumble out into the sunlight, having to shield my eyes. The brand compels me to move, so I walk down the short hill, scanning around trying to take in as many details as I can. I can feel many, many eyes on me. The tiny slave outfit I'm wearing does almost nothing to protect my dignity and the high heels make it difficult to walk.

I push my way through the heavy flap into a massive tent, filled to the brim with crates of weapons, armour, food and supplies. A heavy set older orc with a metal leg shuffles over to me.

"You there, slave. Come here."

He tells me who he is, and that the Warchief has explained my new role. I will still earn my daily meals with her, but during the daylight hours will be tasked with jobs around the camp, at his discretion. These jobs could range from cooking, cleaning, carrying equipment and the like. Whatever he feels needs doing.

He explains that for today, my job is to generally clean up around the camp and get to know my way around as he doesn't have the time nor care to show me where anything is himself. He hands me a bucket, some rags and a broom then shoos me out of his way.

At least I can use this time to try and find out anything useful, or find an escape route.

I work my way around the camp in my tiny slave outfit, every errant gust of wind exposing my pussy and ass to any orc who happened to be looking. I pick up trash, clean up old food, wipe down tents and so on. To my dismay, the camp is well guarded. There are many orcs on patrol, manning the gates and generally performing their duties. Every single one of them openly stares and ogles me. A few even call out or whistle but true to her word, none of them dare touch me. This makes me feel a little better until I realise the only reason they aren't is because I'm marked as her property.

I return to her tent that night sullen, tired and defeated. She welcomes me into her arms when she sees me, whispering soothing words in my ear, holding me tightly. I simply let myself be held, needing even this mockery of affection. Soon enough, I'm welcoming her cock into it's place in my mouth.

-

This carries on for about a week.

Each day is a little better than the last. I start to learn my around the camp more, I get quicker and more efficient at my duties. I even start to get used to the many stares of the orcs around camp. After one occasion where my bending over to pick up a discarded plate caused an orc labourer to hit his thumb with his hammer because he was staring at my ass, I even started to kind of like the way they all looked at me.

It became a perverse game for me, the only way I could get any semblance of pleasure from my work, any semblance of control over my situation. I began to go out of my way to tease the orcs, my movements accentuating my figure, finding excuses to bend down or squeeze my breasts together. Just to see what sort of reaction I could get. Invariably, the reaction was a hard cock, so many hard cocks. None of them came close to Umal's, but all were bigger than the average elven cock.

Am I becoming a size queen? I never used to notice stuff like this before...

Interestingly, I noted that whilst the majority of the orcs were male and some female orcs could be seen around camp, I did not see any that were like Umal herself. I decided to risk it and ask her about it later that night.

-

"Can I ask you something?" I said after sucking down tonight's creamy load.

"You may."

"You are the only orc I have seen who is... well... a woman and a man?"

"Oh I see. So your ignorance of our race runs even deeper than I thought. No matter, I am happy to educate you."

"I'm sorry."

Wait, why am I apologising?

"In our tongue I am what is known as a Futa. It means blessed of both halves. In times long past, there were many more of my kind, but we have... dwindled over the years." She looks a little sad. "When a futa is born it is a time of celebration amongst our people, for it means the gods have chosen one of us to be their avatar in the mortal world."

"Wow."

This is genuinely interesting, we know so little of these people. No Aly, she is the enemy!

She pulls open the large chest of sex toys and rummages around before pulling out a thick leather bound book.

"I think you are ready for this now" she says, handing it to me. "It is a translation of a book from my homeland." I read the title on the cover.

Pleasing Your Owner - An Etiquette Guide to Sexual Slavery (Orc Edition)

What the fuck? She cannot be serious...

"Consider this added to your list of daily duties. You can read the foreword tonight before sleep, then I expect you to read a chapter each day until you have finished."

The look on my face must have said it all.

"Do not make me use the collar to force you. Mark my words 'Princess', you are my slave now and the sooner you get used to that idea the better life we be for you. Now go on, get reading."

She dismisses me coldly and I take the book over to my bed. It's surprisingly heavy, I did not think there could be so much to write on the topic, but clearly I'm mistaken.

I flip open the book to the front page where a drawing shows a beautiful and buxom female elf kneeling at the feet of a tall and powerful orc futa holding her leash. The resemblance of this scene to Umal and I is unnerving. I turn to the foreword.

If you are reading this, your new Orc owner has graciously allowed you time to learn about your new place in their society. You are a slave, a sexual servant. Your only true purpose is to please your owner with your body, to satisfy them completely. Whilst this is undoubtedly a frightening experience for you, learning to not only live with, but love your new role will help you to find a sense of belonging you never thought you could experience.

This book is designed to help ease that journey, to guide and direct you along the path of sexual servitude towards your Orc betters. By not resisting and embracing the changes laid out by this book, you will surely impress your owner and learn many new ways of pleasing them.

I turn to the list of chapters and my mind boggles at some of the titles. They start out innocently enough with chapters such as

Orc Physiology

,

Orc Religion

and one of particular interest to me simply called

Futa

.