Her name was Finte, though these days nobody knew or cared. You see, Finte was taken from her home one night. Slaves were a profitable business and Civil War made for some excellent 'opportunities'. Finte was one of the many victims of this senseless war. Out in the wilds, where few travelers dared to tread, she toiled for her captor.

Finte had nothing left. To even survive she was completely dependent on her master. Scraps, left-overs, ale and semen had been the only things for a long time now. From the time she was taken until today it had been this way. He job was sextoy-for-hire, an all together thankless job to say the least. Her captor would travel around the hide-outs and strongholds to bolster his coin purse and Finte would follow. At first she would protest, but she knew it was pointless. Her fate was set in stone.

After a few weeks she found out that the women that purchased her 'services' could be made to feed her a bit more drink if she made them orgasm violently. The first time she cried, but over time she got used to it. She had accepted her fate to some degree, choosing to survive and never fully surrender. He was her captor, not her master.

Fate is a fickle entity. There are innumerable threads in its intricate web and everything is connected.

One day, another thread connected to Finte which took her on a different path.

Blood seeped from her captor's abdomen. He had cards called and he came up lacking. He was now on the sharp end of a spear.

"That's what you get for refusing to pay the toll." The owner of the aforementioned spear said. He was huge... So huge that bears were compared to his size... "How big was the bear? Was he as big as Mokudul the Orc?" He towered over men as they barely stood as tall as his shoulders.

The Orc was called Mokudul gro-Garad, Master Wanderer. He sought no home and no wives, he was on a mission from Malacath himself. His was the task of wander the land and bring the codes of Malacath and honor to all Orsimer. He had few concerns for the ways of man. He stayed out of settlements by choice and really only traveled the rugged wilds between the various strongholds.

With her captor reduced to a mere bloodstain under Mokuduls' boot, Finte found herself freed. She was now free, but she was alone alone, defenseless and terrified. Mokudul had grabbed the coin purse off the corpse and without a second thought for Finte had just left. Quick as she could, Finte gathered as much as she could carry from the corpse before she lost track of Mokudul.

As fast as her legs could carry her she ran after the solemn Orc. He didn't even acknowledge her presence until night was about to fall. At an abandoned hunters camp he sat down for the evening. With a disinterested, yet bemused, look on his face he watched as Finte made camp, lit a fire and cooked a very basic broth.

"You know, I don't like being followed by a tiny woman such as you..." He said. It sounded more like a statement than a treat.

"You saw what happened to things that annoy me right?" Finte filled the bowl with her cooked meal and walked over to Mokudul.

She sat down on her knees, bowed her head and presented the bowl to the bemused behemoth.

"Are you serious? What makes you think I am hungry?" Mokudul scoffed.

Finte raised her head, but kept it bowed to avoid meeting his eyes. "Finte hate bad man. You kill bad man. Finte like you. Finte yours." She stammered in a broken voice. She had not spoken in a year now. It would have only earned her a beating.

Moku raised an eyebrow. "And what makes you think I am not a bad man, hmmm?" She raised her eyes to meet his. "You kill bad man. You not kill Finte. Finte thank good man."

"Ha! You have a good head on your shoulders. Well alright... If you are mine, then take care of something for me." He raised his kilt revealing a monster. The comparison 'hung like a horse' should have been; 'like a horse who is hung like Mokudul.'

To his amusement Finte scurried off into the woods after she had seen the beast. Moku laughed and gobbled up the broth. Few had the capacity to handle him, let alone a mere human. His amusement turned to surprise when she returned though. In her hands she had a dozen plants. She quickly boiled them on the fire and poured the broth in another bowl. With a rock she pounded and ground the broth until is was thick and gelatinous.

Mokudul leaned back as Finte took his member and started licking it. She made sure to coat as much as she could with her saliva. When Moku was hard as a pine tree Finte took a hand of the brew she had made and started rubbing it over her vagina. She stood over the big Orc looking hesitant for a moment, but before Moku could taunt her again she started taking him into herself.

Tears rolled down her face as the beast distended her vulva, but she would give everything up for him... he had saved her and asked nothing in return. Moku watched as she bottomed out about half way down his shaft. The mixture of gel, saliva, pre, wet and blood made for sufficient lubricant. Indeed the gel by itself would probably had been enough for a lesser member.

Moku started moving, thrusting gently into his meat-sleeve at first. Slowly picking up the pace. Finte was in a whole different world of pain right now. Her belly showed the depth of insertion into her frail frame. Tears flowed unending, but when Moku stopped thrusting she took over. All she wanted was to please him at this point.

The orc thrust up into her one last time and shot his load into Finte. Barely conscious she reached for the empty bowl which she had presented to Moku. After his member softened and left her, Finte used the bowl to collect the juices from her cavity... Moku had balls the size of ale bottles and volume to match. When most of it was out she drank the entire bowl. She then settled between Moku's legs and started cleaning his member.

Honesty was an integral part of Moku's mission and he was at the very least impressed with Finte. She would probably walk funny for a few days, but he wasn't in any sort of hurry.

"You are not bad as a meat-sleeve, too bad you can't take everything though." Moku said.

Finte looked up at him and whimpered; "Finte will do better, Master."

Moku felt a little tug at his heartstrings. "Good pet, now keep sucking. I might let you have a second helping..."

Finte's eyes glowed with delight. She was a good girl and good girls got rewarded, not beaten.

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