Maer 17 - Somewhat Useful
"She's scrawny and her tits are too small."
The visitor had arrived early, and spent the hours before dawn in private discussions with her Master. But now, as she serves them breakfast and drinks, the Orc squeezes her breast (hard, she winced) and pronounces his judgment.
"Not scrawny. Refined." Her Master laughs. "That's how they breed them in High Rock, especially the nobility. You father was a Castellan or Baron something like that, isn't that right slave?"
Maer nods. "Yes Master." When her father had passed away her uncle had moved to usurp her inheritance. She'd run away to avoid being married off to one of his cronies - or worse, murdered in her sleep. And here she was.
"She looks delicate, but she can take a beating and keep going."
The Orc - his name is Dub - looks doubtful. "Looks to me like you're not beating her enough." He looks at Maer. "Girl, have you ever been fucked by an Orc before?"
Maer nods "yes Master Dub, I have." The head librarian at the College of Winterhold is an Orc and she fucked him. There were some Orc miners in Markath as well. They were kind of rough she remembers. Then - because her Master told her that she needed to impress the guest - she gives her best smile and adds "... and I liked it."
"Hmmm," says the Orc.
"Watch this." Her Master starts gesturing. Last night they'd reviewed the different commands. He'd been very business-like rather than enjoying the process. Maer realizes it was practice for this morning, so her Master can show her off.
Bend over, grab your ankles
Kneel. Open your mouth. Kneel at my side. Kneel with your face at my crotch. Bring me a drink.
On your hands and knees, knees apart. Now put your hands behind your back, face on the floor.
Kiss my feet. Lick my boots. Lick his boots.
On your back. Spread your legs. Now stick them straight up into the air. Pull your nipples.
Masturbate. Stop masturbating. Masturbate. Don't climax. Dance. Back on your knees.
Like a trained animal doing tricks.
Each instruction is conveyed with some combination of a snaps, whistles, gestures, and face expressions. Maer, thankfully, doesn't make any mistakes though there are a few where she hesitates a second or two to remember.
"She's kind of slow."
"She just came back from a period without her collar," says her Master.
"Strange custom."
"She was at the College in Winterhold. According to my retainer, she can be... somewhat useful in a fight. Would you like to see?"
The Orc does. They go outside the Whiterun walls. Maer is told to show off her Firebolts and Flame Atronach and "whatever other little tricks you can do."
"Hmmm," says the Orc.
Then they fuck her on the rain-soaked ground. She screams and thrashes as they pin her down, not because she's trying to resist but as a way to let out all the tension that's built up and - as is always the case after she's used her magic - because she's horny as fuck.
Afterwards, as she lies on the ground covered in mud and ejaculate, the Orc says "she ruts with spirit, I'll give her that."
"Oh yeah, she loves to fuck no matter what you do to her. That's her best feature for sure."
"So do we have a deal?"
"Hmmm... alright. I'll take her."
What?
Her Master makes it explicit. "Slave, this is your new Master."
"What? No! You can't just..." she starts, but he cuts her off with a sharp look. Maer looks around desperately. Is this a joke? Won't someone do something? Neither Lydia nor Leona are paying attention. Her Master - her former Master? - is walking upstairs.
She looks at the Orc. He is massive. He looks mean. He pulls out a big knife and grabs her by the hair.
Roughly he chops at it, her locks dropping on the floor. "Don't cover your neck. People should see the collar," he says.
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