Unfortunately for you, you took far too long trying to make your decision and the Orc you were escaping from caught up to you.

"Well well well... looks like the little fairy wasn't able to get away fast enough, what a shame."

You stare in terror as the hand of the Orc grabs your delicate wings and pull you in close, giving you a perfect view of his chiseled torso and mischievous grin.

 

"My name is Axmont, but you can call me Master, and trust me, I am NOT letting you go this time."

You gulp in fear as a wave of musky orc smell hits your face.

 

"Now... since I'm a kind Master, I'll let you pick, how do you want me to begin your punishment? In my shoes, pits or even... underneath my loincloth."

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August 27
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