"It's time for my workout, and now that I got a new gym buddy, I think it's time to put ya through some strength training of your own, whaddya think bug?"

Your eyes turn to him, looking at the bastard's smirk. Initially your face remains emotionless, and your eyes had glazed over, but the longer you have to look at his sharp teeth and excited eyes, you feel numbness spread throughout your body. Your face remains still, but tears start falling out of your eyes uncontrollably. It was like your brain had shut itself off, not allowing you to feel the pain, but was unable to get rid of it nonetheless.

Regardless, Axmont had plans for you, and whatever he says goes.

"Damn bug! Your even more broken then I ever thought I could make ya and we're not even a day in. Pathetic."

His words hurt, you know that to be true, but you don't feel the pain immediately. Instead they just loom over you, slowly eroding what's left of your dignity.

"Since I let ya pick last time, it's my turn to pick where ya go~ and since it's leg day... I think ya should go riiiiiiiiight-"

Axmont turned himself around while saying this, revealing his impressive backside. His back was wide and defined, with broad shoulders, and a large amount of dark body hair contrasting against his deep green skin.

"Here!"

As he said this he slapped his ass. The two muscular mounds jiggled when he slapped them, in any other circumstance this would've been incredibly impressive. His legs were huge, beefy trunks that bulged in all the right places, and his meaty ass loomed over you like a death sentence. 

After the firm slap, Axmont leaned down, picking you up by your tattered wings and without second thought shoved you deep into his hairy crack. 

"In ya go~"

You were not prepared. You could not be prepared. You never had any chance. Where to even begin? The smell, no, the stench, was downright putrid. Weeks worth of sweat had encrusted on the hairs, creating layers upon layers of salty, sour residue that left you gagging almost immediately. As you were ruthlessly shoved in, your face became coated with sweat. You tried to keep your mouth close, to at least spare you of that indignity, but it was to no avail. The rough hairs were swiping ruthlessly across your body and face, and eventually one hit you just right, causing you to gasp and let in a mouthful of the salty liquid. You begged to be free of this, to fly away, but it was hopeless. His large finger kept pushing you, deeper and deeper between his cheeks. It only lasted a couple seconds for you to reach your destination, but it truly felt like hours had passed. 

And when you finally did reach your destination, it wasn't much better. You found yourself face first in his wretched hole. The hair has subsided a little, creating a little safe haven right at the very center of his ass, but the sweat still plagued the entire area completely and entirely. You had noticed it before, but at his wrinkly hole, the heat was sauna-like. You felt like you were being boiled alive in the ass of this orc. And the pressure, the pressure was also unbearable. Two doughy mounds squeezed you from either side, and in front of you was a hungry hole that he could squeeze on command, compressing your face rather nicely.

"Alright bug! I'm off to start my workout, I wanna feel ya licking back there. Or else."

Of course. Why not. As he starts walking, you're jostled almost violently between the two sweaty slabs. With each step you're pushed into the opposite cheek. The feeling of the actual skin is doughy, and would be quite pleasant if not for the aforementioned downsides. Like being squeezed between two giant balls of dough, but every time one leg flexed, it turned into stone. Suddenly you feel him stop.

"I don't feel any tongue action going on back there bug."

After saying this he flexed his ass, squeezing your face, and cock, deeper into his hole.

"I don't think I need to demonstrate just how serious I am about this. Do I?"

With that, fear struck through you like a jolt of lightning. You thought about his previous torture, how you'd been stomped out and brought back, not even being granted the mercy of death. And before you knew it, your mouth was moving on its own.

"Good bug."

The same sweat residue from before filled your mouth. Coating your tongue with the sticky, salty substance. You gagged on the stuff, it was not something any human should ever be subjected to. But you were a fairy, a bug, not a human. If this is what Axmont wanted from you, this is what he was going to get.

The torture continued for what felt like forever, lick, after lick, after lick. Eventually you started to feel numb from the pain, from the humiliation, and all you could think about was licking the soft hole in front of you, and avoiding the punishment from before.

After what felt like an eternity, Axmont finally arrive at his destination, an open area near the edge of the forest. The area had been fenced off to create a secluded dirt patch dedicated to weightlifting and exercise. The village had gotten the idea from a nearby kingdom, which had recently opened its first 'gymnasium' a similar concept but indoors. The Orcs had decided that there were far more benefits to training their muscles outside, in connection with nature, then there were to walling yourself off from the outside world. 

When he got to the training grounds, Axmont was delighted to find it empty of other Orcs. While he had close companions he enjoyed training with, he found he got the best results while training alone, it allowed him to really focus in on what he was doing. In truth, he had already been to the training grounds once today, it's where he had first encountered the fairy, but given the opportunity to indulge himself using his new plaything, he couldn't refuse. That fairy was cute, too cute, it upset him. He delighted in torturing the thing, watching it suffer was making him happier then he could ever imagine, and the thought that it was currently marinating in his ass, gave him motivation like nothing else.

He knew this was hell for you, and he loved it.