"Why did you order Batul to get me on my back before cumming?"
The huge orc chuckled, "To make sure it would be my seed knocking you up. If he had cum inside you while you were still on your knees and elbows his sperm would have leaked straight into that eager cunt of yours." She blushed, because she had been eager indeed. "I should have had you plugged up before," he continued, "but I didn't exactly plan for Batul being the one breaking in your guest-hole."
"He was very considerate," she said, "and I really appreciated that, but what do you mean by 'plugged up'?"
"Have your pussy closed off by inserting a blocking plug, to prevent other males' seed from entering. I'll arrange for one first thing tomorrow, and have you wear it whenever you having sex with other males is likely."
"Will I have much need for it?" she asked, with a slight tremble in her voice.
***
Bashuk's face appeared next to hers. "Well," he said, "the pack's other males are all going to have a mate soon, and I have been told human females are rather possessive of their mates... That leaves official guests of the pack, and when visiting it's considered polite to make one's pleasure slave available to the host too. There are some other occasions, but not that many." He pecked her on top of her nose, "Your master is not really looking forward to sharing you girl, especially with males from outside the pack, but our customs will have to be respected I'm afraid..." His hands and fingers hadn't stopped moving, and as a result she was absolutely dripping by now.
"Your prize is ready to be reclaimed master...," she whispered, while worrying about what 'reclaiming' entailed exactly. She feared she was in for another rough pounding, like the one she had experienced in the great hall before, the one her pussy was still a little sore from. Bashuk just smiled, and then the finger slipped out, and the arm withdrew, before he moved on top of her. He was supporting himself on his elbows, but still she felt his huge weight. Her master was massive, and it was all muscle, he hadn't a gram of fat on him. She spread wide, pulled her knees up, and lifted her feet off the mattress, fully exposing herself. "I'm yours, Sir," she whispered.
Her master's face radiated lust, fueling her fear, but she did her best not to show it. His hands moved in, landed on top of her large breasts, and started caressing them. He wasn't rough at all, as she had expected he would be, and she felt herself relax as a result. He smiled down at her, while the tips of his large fingers circled her hardening nipples. "I'm convinced reclaiming is best done by providing a prize with more pleasure than the other male, or males, provided her with...," he said, making her realize that her efforts to hide her anxiety had probably been less than successful. "Now reach down," he continued, "and guide your master's cock inside that tight slave cunt of yours."
She swallowed, and then she reached down, and took hold of his huge shaft. "Yes," he said, "the pack girls now have a pussy..., well..., except for Leavy maybe, but you're a pleasure slave, and pleasure slave's still have a cunt. They're basically just a set of warm fleshy holes, for cocks to satisfy themselves inside, and a fertile belly to breed." She whimpered softly and then she moved him downwards, rubbed her clit with the large cockhead, and pushed him between her slick labia. Bashuk groaned as she moved him up and down her slit a couple of times, before positioning him against her opening. He pushed in a little as she did, firmly locking himself in place.
Cassandra felt her labia stretch. "Now use your hands to support your legs as they are," Her master ordered, "I don't want to feel them close around me, because I'm reclaiming you, and not the other way around." Her fingers let go of his cock, and she reached out with both hands, grabbing the backs of her knees. "That's it," he said, "this is how you surrender control, this is how you submit, by opening wide for the male, and staying that way." The pressure increased, and Cassandra mewled as the fat cockhead entered her, and maybe an inch or so of thick shaft followed. He pulled back a little, and then another inch got pushed inside her tight hole.
Her labia stretched around him, and she could feel the thick protruding veins rubbing past them, as he slowly worked himself ever deeper inside. She felt her tunnel resist when he was about two thirds inside her, like before. He was gentle, but he also wasn't to be stopped. There was a slight stab of pain, and half a dozen pushes later she felt his balls press between her spread buttocks, confirming she had about a foot of thick orc cock inside her pussy once more. He stretched her to the limit, and she felt her sheath clench around him while he waited patiently, his fingers gently plucking at her now pebbled nipples. The initial discomfort turned into pure pleasure, and she moaned loudly as she felt it spread through her abdomen. Her master smiled once more, and then his face came down, and he pecked her on her nose.
"Not all males will be gentle with you," he then said, "some might even be quite rough, but I'll never allow for it to go beyond that. As a former Kangess you're familiar with power games I presume, and orcs are no different than humans where it comes to playing these games, meaning that some of the chieftains will try to get to me, or make a point, through you. This is the main reason I want your guest-hole to be properly broken in as soon as possible. I want to make sure you can take a real pounding in there before someone gives you one, because interference from my side, on your behalf, would be seen as weakness. Be assured I will interfere though, the moment I think someone is really giving you more than you can take, and is really hurting you."
Cassandra felt the pressure reduce as her pussy adapted to the huge invader, which added to the pleasure, and then he pinched her nipples, and her sheath rippled along his fat orc cock as she came. It was a small orgasm, and she moaned softly as it ran its course. Bashuk didn't move, just let her enjoy it. "I'm now going to make you forget all the sex you ever had before," he said once she had come down again, "and all the males you've ever been with," and then he started to fuck her. He took her very slowly, and very deeply, and she moaned softly to his rhythm while his big hands resumed caressing her breasts.
His strokes quickly lengthened, and soon his entire length was plowing her, but still very slowly. There was this smoldering fire inside her belly that slowly spread, waiting for that gust of wind that would turn it into an all-consuming blaze. At the end of every stroke his pelvis met with her engorged clit, sending sparks up her spine. She needed more stimulation, and her hips started to move, to draw more pleasure from the slowly moving cock. "Uh uh," he reacted reprimanding, "I'm in control, so don't you try to take over slave." She stopped moving, moaning frustratedly. Bashuk just kept up his slow fucking, and soon her entire body was smoldering, getting more sensitive to every caress, to every touch.
Her moaning slowly increased in intensity, and her nipples started to truly ache under the continued attention his fingertips provided. Cassandra realized something colossal was brewing, something that she had never experienced before. "It's starting to dawn on you, I see," her master said softly, "that up to now you haven't even scratched the surface of true sexual pleasure..." She felt a familiar wave starting to rise, but very slowly, and moaned in bewilderment when it didn't crest as usual, but simply kept rising, and rising, as he slowly increased the tempo of his fucking. The wave lifted her slowly towards a burning sky, and soon her body was engulfed in it, and burning too, from the tips of her toes to the top of her head.
Cassandra wailed, and then Bashuk slammed himself all the way inside her, impaling her up to his balls, and grinding himself against her throbbing clit. Pleasure exploded, starting in every erogenous zone she possessed, and then concentrating inside her clenching sheath, around his swelling cock. She felt his balls heave against her buttocks, and then a fountain of burning hot seed filled her belly. Bashuk roared, and she howled, as her entire world submerged in a sea of pleasure and pure ecstasy. It engulfed her, its simmering heat permeated her, shattering her mind, and then, after what felt like an eternity, she finally slipped away into nothingness.
***
There was darkness, and warmth, and a never before felt tranquility permeating every fiber in her body, when Cassandra returned to the lands of the conscious. She felt disorientation, and then she became aware of the huge body that was spooning her curled-up shape. Someone was nuzzling the nape of her neck, and a big hand was caressing her side. It was the slight pressure of a canine against her flesh that completed the puzzle. "Consider yourself reclaimed," his deep voice whispered into her ear. He had, and she was, but there wasn't even a hint of possessiveness in his tone, the only emotion communicated was care.
It was yet another confirmation that this powerful orc, who had every reason to hate her guts, had been truthful when he told her he preferred a happy pleasure slave, and bore her no grudge. Combined with the mind shattering sex she had just experienced, it probably meant she was the luckiest pleasure slave on the entirety of Mundea which, combined with the debt she inherited, made accepting her fate almost inevitable. Almost, because she also needed to be able to love the male bedding her, and breeding her. But her heart had already been taken, and it didn't matter that the man possessing it was nothing but a wounded slave now.
She became aware of the soreness between her legs, and the large amount of orc seed that had already flowed out of her overfilled pussy, and was now soiling her entire crotch. Bashuk had filled her fertile belly with his seed once more, making pregnancy as good as a certainty. Her mind had accepted she owed it to him, that it had become her duty to replace Bashuk's offspring, the cubs the Nigawan army had murdered in her house's name, but her heart was crying. Her heart was demanding for human babies, for Brando's babies to be exact, and she couldn't stop pining for that, no matter how improbable such an outcome was.
Before the surrender ceremony her lover had just been missing, and was still expected to return to her arms someday. Bashuk had just been this brutish orc warlord, set to enslave her people, and probably to have her raped and killed. If she survived she was going to lead this rightful resistance somehow, free her people from its orcish oppressors, and then there would be that hoped for reunion with Brando, and a happy ever after. That was all gone now, rendered obsolete by a totally unforeseen reality, a reality evaporating her only legit reason to oppose paying off her moral debt. But a bound heart can't be reasoned with, and hers loathed what would soon be growing inside her belly now.
Getting pregnant by Bashuk wasn't her only worry though. Brando had given her his blessing, to enjoy having non consensual sex with orcs, but had this blessing truly survived the shameful display he had witnessed inside the great hall? That shameful sexual encounter, and the ones that had followed afterwards, especially the one she had just experienced, had produced other worries too. Would a human male ever be able to provide her with the amount of sexual pleasure these orcs could? Would she even be able to enjoy having sex with a human male again, once she had gotten used to the huge size of orc cocks?
Cassandra feared the answers to those questions, and she also worried about how a human male would feel, how Brando would feel, fucking a woman he knew was used to cocks twice the size of his own. Brando would know he would never be able to fill her like Bashuk had, and he would fear he would never be able to give her the amount of pleasure she was used to no doubt. True love should be able to compensate for that though, shouldn't it? Considering the situation the chance of all of this becoming of importance was small, but it still existed, as long as she didn't get pregnant, as long as she didn't give birth to Bashuk's young.
