"Did you like that," he asks.

She bites her lip and nods, blushing.

Maer's Orc Master never stints on discipline. At first her Master treated her without any concern for her pleasure. That has changed. Now, when he brutalizes her (but not when he fucks her) he inquires whether it makes her feel good. And it does. Maer's not sure why he changed (or why she changed), but she likes it. She hopes it continues.

Covered in blood and dirt. Hands tied behind her back. Loaded up like a mule. The vibrating piercing by her clit drives Maer senseless. Her Master says it's a reward, but they both know it's because he enjoys watching her squirm. Not that Maer can think about anything other than trying to find a way to squeeze her thighs together just right to help her climax. It doesn't really help. Luckily for her, it's never long before she gets some cock one way or the other.

Her Master continues making money by whoring her out in towns. So even though Maer finds herself getting horny with surprising speed - even without help from her vibrating piercings - it never takes long before she is sated again. Some of the men want her to be enthusiastic and sweet (before they degrade her), and she plays along. It's not even acting. Others use her like a disposable sex-doll. Maer has long since accepted how much that turns her on.

It wasn't that long ago she thought she would be an adventuring slave, using her spells to support her Master's goals. But that doesn't seem to be the case.

"Look at the Princess. She'ls learned to like Orc spunk," says one of the Orcs, roughly pushing her head off his crotch once he's done with her. The others laugh.

Maer flutters her eyes seductively and licks the thick warm liquid off her lips. She'd say "I love it. Please, may I have some more" - except, of course, she's not allowed to speak.

She has settled into her existence as "plaything" at the Stronghold. The disgust she was raised to feel towards Orcs only makes her climax harder. They still call her Princess and laugh at her as they use her, of course, and she plays the role of the disgraced and distraught noblewoman to please them. Once she had to work hard to act like she enjoyed their rough treatment, but soon she realizes it's no longer an act. It's at the same time she realizes she can identify Orc cock with her eyes closed, purely by flavour and mouth feel. Not exactly a skill she'd ever planned to learn, but maybe it'll come in useful one day.

In a way Maer is pretty content now. Partially it's because she has no choice and is making the best of it. Partially it's because the constant waves of sexual pleasure makes her feel good, in spite of everything else. And partially it's because her body is too exhausted and her brain too addled from all the fucking for her to think of anything else.