Buyers Beware

Shemale Orc x Trap human

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"You're kidding? Right? You want this one?" the man laughed, pushing his hands in his pocket, idly toying with a few coins out of habit as he glanced back over his shoulder at the merchandise, "No, no, look, you want strong and powerful, you want this, sure, but it ain't pretty, ain't clever and really ain't safe."

"How much?" the hooded figure asked, regardless.

The man pursed his lips, reaching up to scratch at a thick black beard as he stared down into the woman's exotic pink eyes, a single wisp of curled brown hair falling down one side of her stoic face, "Uh, well it's got the control attachment so... Fifty-five gold? What does a little miss like you want it for anyway?"

"Fifty-five? For that?" the hooded figure pressed, the tone of their soft voice a little disapproving at the price, glancing briefly over towards what she was looking to buy.

He shrugged, "It's only five gold, the control attachment is the other fifty. They aren't cheap you know. But come on, what do you want it for? Indulge an old man."

Carefully she counted out fifty-five gold and placed it into the merchant's outstretched hand. He let out a sigh, lifting up his sleeve to reveal dozens of iron bands, which he searched through, reading the inscribed runes, "Suit yourself..."

Eventually, he picked one out, pulling it off his arm and holding it out to the small figure of the buyer, "Well, just be careful eh little Miss? Attachment or no, it's dangerous."

The hooded girl collected the iron band, placing it over her bare wrist and squeezing it tight so it wouldn't slip off, "Come along then, Orc," she said in a soft voice, glancing up at her new property.

The merchant watched, his curiosity unsated as the mysterious slender, wide hipped buyer in her fancy but practical clothes and hooded travel cloak walked away through the ranks of slaves in the market, being followed a few paces behind by the imposing beast of an Orcess, wearing only a tattered slip, little more than an itchy sack over her corded olive skin and a prominent iron slave collar, the runes etched on it matching the band at her new masters wrist. He shook his head and diverted his attention elsewhere, there was always more work to do.

Zu'gar glared at the back of her new masters head. She had been caught poaching just a few weeks ago on a local human Lords lavish estates and, frustratingly, she had already hunted down a fine deer when she had been abruptly caught by one of the Lords rare horseback patrols. Despite their puny weakness, they had had the fortune of having a mage among them. Her strength and combat prowess had been worthless when, in an instant, she had been struck with a bolt of something blue and electric, sending her vision swimming before all had gone black in a burst of excruciating agony.

When she had eventually awoken she discovered, to her fury, that she had been stripped of everything she had had on her by those human whelps, finding herself now with only a burlap slip over her strong body muscled. She had been locked up a cramped, filthy cell with a biting iron collar around her neck and even as the anger blazed through her mind she found herself unable to lash out, she couldn't thrash, she couldn't fight, she couldn't even scream.

The steel bars imprisoning her quickly became less confining than the bizarre imprisonments on her own mind, unable to act out, unable to disobey. She had been marched into the nearby city, her body moving against her will to whomever seemingly owned that odd iron bracelet, where, after days of walking, she had been put on sale in a strange foreign city, to be purchased by one of these weak pink skins.

She was told by her new so-called 'master' that the rest of her life would be in service to the 'superior' humans, likely as a labourer or a builder, but, in her first few weeks, she hadn't sold. The disgusting buyers wanting muscle for work didn't want a woman among their workforce and those wanting slave women, for whatever sick deprived purpose they had in mind, would never look twice at an Orc, let alone one as unique among humans as her.

It was no secret that each race despised the other. Humans typically considered Orcs to be less than animal, seeing them as brutal, stupid beasts with no right to control their own lives, useful only as tools to further the human cause. Similarly, Orcs viewed humans with disdain, a weak and uncultured bunch who only survived in the harshness of the world through their heresy of tapping into the worlds magics.

One difference, however, was that while humans viewed Orcs as being hideous with their vile green skin, protruding lower fangs and rough uncultured ways, Orcs viewed humans with lust, their small soft bodies an attractive prospect for long nights of relieving stress upon, though their fragility was often an issue, human captives didn't tend to last long unless confined to a single Orc owner.

Zu'gar kept her head bowed as she followed the swaying walk of her slow little-legged owner, gaze down not out of shame but to calm her rage. Whenever she looked up everyone who met her gaze scrunched up their faces in absolute disgust which served to feed the fire of anger inside her, but with no outlet, courtesy of her suppressive collar, it merely became pent up, frustrating her more and more with each passing second.

"Do you speak common?"

Zu'gar looked up from the dirty floor, her piercing golden eyes focusing down at the diminutive girl in front of her, her master, the little thing looking at her with, surprisingly, no hate or disgust, just curiosity.

"Yes," Zu'gar replied vacantly, obliged by her collar to answer her owner's questions, when able to.

The girl nodded, seemingly pleased, completely uncaring that they were effectively blocking a narrow walkway between rows of market stalls, people flowing around them like a river around a rock, "Good, your purchase card mentioned a lot about you, but not that, why?" Again no malice, just curiosity.

"I think most buyers don't care. We work. Not talk." Zu'gar said, her voice still flat and devoid of emotion.

The girl nodded again and pursed her lips some, shrugging, "Follow."

Zu'gar obeyed, her head once more cast down, trying to figure out her fate. She tried to think back to the girl's conversation with who had been her master and trader, what had she said she was wanted for? Truth be she hadn't been listening, she had been talked about stared at then dismissed so frequently she had stopped paying attention, but this young human woman looked unlike anyone else who had even considered her. It was a mystery she couldn't unravel.

"In here," the woman said, motioning at an open iron door through which an outpouring of conversation and laughter came.

Zu'gar, obediently, stepped inside after her master and glanced about, her massive frame blocking out the sunlight through the door, casting a shadow on the inside of the Inn which was quick to fall quiet, all eyes turning on Zu'gar, her master stepping nonchalantly forward through the throngs of people towards the bar.

After only a moment's hesitation she was compelled to follow, having to step carefully as to not sweep people off their seats as she worked her way across, what was to her, the incredibly narrow floor space between tables. As she passed the conversation picked up, but not as loud as before, gazes flickering her way.

As Zu'gar walked she picked up snippets of their hushed whispers, but she paid them no heed.

"Disgusting that thing is allowed in here, they should all-"

"I heard the non-humans are banding together, they want to outlaw slavery, imagine if shits like that were all free to-"

"Mommy!"

That one caught Zu'gar's attention, her eyes drifting down to where she had almost stepped on a little blonde girl who she hadn't seen. Quickly, and on tiny feet, she wove her way through the tables towards the bar, scrambling behind it where a taller woman stood, smirking and glancing down before turning her eyes towards the approaching Zu'gar and her new master, already leaning on the bar.

"Ah, Lace, I see you bought a pet?" The landlady asked, grinning as she swept her eyes over Zu'gar, her hand down ruffling the hair of the child currently protectively clasped to her leg, her wide little eyes set on the Orc.

Her Master, Lace, apparently, let out a little sigh and a dismissive wave of the hand, "Well no one else would offer to travel with me to Thaefar, I had to make do."

"With an Orc though?" The Landlady asked, laughing.

"I've got to have something scary to keep the bandits away, something strong should they actually decide to attach and someone," Lace paused, "well, someone well equipped for any other task I might have for them."

"Well she's scary enough, Mayla's damn near crapping herself." The Landlady laughed, giving the little girl clutching her leg an affectionate pat on the shoulder.

Lace nodded keenly, "And according to her buyer's card she's got the equipment. But I'm sure I'll ah, find that out for myself tonight."

"You've got weird ass tastes Lace, can't say I share them, but so long as it's not-..." The Landlady hesitated, squinting her eyes.

"...I'll pay double?" Lace offered, her voice adopting a soft, loving, singsong tone.

The Landlady groaned and rolled her eyes, "By the god's Lace you'll never give me a break, will you? Double. But if you leave the room like you did last time, I swear."

"Thanks." Lace grinned, settling two coins on the counter then looking over her shoulder at the bewildered but quiet Zu'gar, "Come along! We're sleeping here tonight."

Zu'gar gave the Landlady and her spooked child a glance before following after Lace through the Inn. Scaring away bandits she could understand, even fighting them made sense, but what equipment did she have that her master could use? All she had to her name was her damned itchy sack and control collar. She wondered if it was that, but she could've bought one of those without the added nuisance of an Orc to feed.

Lace pushed open the door to a set of rooms, a decent suite for an Inn by Lace's tastes, Luxury for Zu'gar. The room had a bed, large and soft, with places to sit, a rug on the floor and it's own, albeit it meagre, bathroom.

Lace stepped in and smiled, casting her robe aside to reveal what she wore underneath, a dark shirt and dark trousers that clung to her impressive figure, her slender shoulders and narrow waist blossoming outwards at the hips. The human was small but well proportioned, her hips wide but perfect, Zu'gar thought, for breeding purposes, though her chest was unfortunately diminutive, nothing compared to Zu'gar's own impressive bust. Lace's hair, which she had only seen a few loose strands of hidden under the hood turned out to be long and wavy, a deep chestnut brown that she wore tied up in a messy bun at the back.

She turned, smirking as she eyed Zu'gar with those beautiful vibrant pink eyes, like an albino's, though her skin didn't seem to conform to that.

"Shut the door, come in come in," Lace said, beckoning with a hand and Zu'gar obeyed, stepping in and shutting the door, the two of them alone, "Now," she hesitated, "What was your name again?"

"Zu'gar."

"Now Zu'gar," Lace smiled, "cute name, now, I give you permission to talk and converse freely. You may ask questions but not to shout, if you don't want to answer a question you don't have to, unless I order you to. Do you understand?"

Zu'gar remained quiet.

"Excellent!" Lace beamed and Zu'gar furrowed her brow.

"I'm... Confused." Zu'gar said, her tone matching what she had said and, with a start, she realised they had been the first words of her own since her capture, previously only being allowed to speak when spoken to, and then the collar all but forcing the words from her even then.

"I expect so, I'm confusing like that. Why don't you ask me questions while I check you over and get your measurements?" Lace smiled sweetly, pulling a tape measure from a pocket and brandishing it almost like a weapon.

"Measurements?" Zu'gar asked, her accent thick with Orcish inflexions and hesitation.

"Mmhmm, would you like to strip for me?"

Zu'gar hesitated, "Is... That an order?" she asked, for the first time in weeks feeling free of anger and rage, too busy being overwhelmed with confusion and uncertainty at her weird new master to be mad.

"Not if you don't want to, but if I'm going to buy you new clothes I'll need to know what size. Unless you'd prefer to wear that potato sack for the rest of your days."

Zu'gar looked down at the weird symbols on her item of clothing, "So that's what they mean."

"You can't read or write common?" Lace asked.

Zu'gar shook her head.

"That's fine, now?..." Lace pressed, waving her tape a little.

Zu'gar looked uncertain for a moment then reached her hands to the bottom of her rough clothing, hesitating, "You may not like what you find," Zu'gar said, tentative, not wanting to scare away her new master, this one seemed willing to give her leeway, like she was kind and gentle. Zu'gar wanted a master like that. It would be easier to trick her and escape.

"Perhaps. Either way, the choice is yours." Lace said simply.

Zu'gar let out a short sigh then lifted the slip up and off, casting it aside onto the floor.

Lace bit her lip as she stood there, her eyes scanning over Zu'gar's olive-skinned body, drinking her in. The Orcess was tall and strong, her body not lacking in definition or muscle, her body, relatively free of scars indicating she either wasn't a fighter, perhaps a hunter or a crafter, or was a very, very good fighter.

Zu'gar stood unashamed of her body, tall and proud, her ears sticking out far to either side of her head, like an elf's would, her breasts sizable, easily a handful each for the Orc, more so for Lace's smaller hands. Her hair and eyebrows were a dirty off colour white, not uncommon for their kind. It had been, Lace noted, purposefully matted together to form thick strands that hung down her body.

"Does that not hurt?" Lace asked curiously, pointing up at her hair.

Zu'gar stared at Lace, incredulous, "...That is your question?"

"Yes? Should it not be?"

"I... Thought you would ask about..." She stared down at Lace's unflinching expression, the smile on her face almost genuine, "Er, no, the dreadlocks do not hurt."

"Fascinating." Lace said, stepping around Zu'gar curious to see her from behind, "Nice butt too." She commented and, to Zu'gar surprise, she felt the humans small delicate hand trace gently down her back, where she knew she had a scar from when she was a child.

"Did the slavers do that to you?" Lace asked, her voice gentle.

"No, I encountered a boar and her litter while a child. The boar ran me down. I was very lucky to live."

"Mm," Lace hummed curious, seemingly glad it hadn't been the slavers as she again stepped before Zu'gar.

"Master?" Zu'gar asked.

Lace pursed her lips, "Mm, call me Lace."

"...Lace..." Zu'gar repeated, hesitantly, Lace nodded and smiled, "Lace, I, does my manhood not bother you?"

Lace smirked a little and glanced down, her eyes tracing across the soft length of Zu'gar's impressive cock, soft between her thighs, long and thick, the tip hidden in its hood, her balls round and smooth beneath the resting serpent.

"Mm, nope." Lace said simply, then stepped in with her tape measure.

"I don't understand what you want with me," Zu'gar said, lost, as Lace began to measure her arms, torso, waist, hips, thighs, seemingly making mental notes of every measurement.

"Well, I travel a lot from Kingdom to Kingdom to find work. I bring some quite expensive things with me where I travel, I need someone to keep me safe." Lace explained casually as she continued her measurements, pausing occasionally to take a little bit of a more in-depth reading that, to Zu'gar's delight, often seemed to involve the small human with her soft delicate hands feeling over the Orcs broad muscles.

"What equipment do I have that will help you? All I own is a sack and collar."

Lace smirked a little as she stepped back, tucking her tape away, "Mm, I'll tell you later tonight."

Zu'gar watched as Lace picked up her travel cloak, sweeping it on over her shoulders, "Am I to come with?" Zu'gar asked, looking down at her discarded item of 'clothing'.

Lace shook her head, "No, I will go buy you some clothes and bring some street food back, I will ask that a bucket of hot soapy water and a sponge be brought to you while I'm away. You aren't to leave the room, cause any damage or try to escape. Relax, clean yourself when the water arrives."

Zu'gar, confused, watched as Lace left the room, leaving her alone and unsupervised with orders... Orders to... Relax? After staring at the door for a couple of minutes, trying to put her mind into order she glanced around, spotting a large chair which seemed to have some kind of padding. Tentatively she stepped towards it and, after glancing around to spot anyone who might be waiting to jump out at her and spoil whatever this was, sat down.

Comfort swallowed Zu'gar as the chair creaked beneath her, straining at the great weight as the Orc's powerful frame settled in it, her chest depressing as she let out a long sigh she hadn't realised she had let build up inside her.

This was nice. Really nice. Comfort like this was a luxury, even at home, and during her time as an object waiting to be sold it had been further away than a fleeting dream, the memory of comfort long lost to her in that place.

She wiggled her ass a little, getting comfortable, relaxing. She thought about her new master. Lace. Her flat chest was disappointing, but with hips like that, she would be a fine broodmare. Zu'gar grinned a little as she closed her eyes and tilted her head back.

She thought ahead, the two of them on the road together, Lace getting confident, freeing Zu'gar of her collar, "Mmm..." Zu'gar murmured, her thighs parting a little, her cock thickening ominously as she thought about it.

Alone in the middle of nowhere with a woman like Lace. She would take her, use her, make her know what it's like to choke on Orc cock, to feel her massive beastial veined length throbbing as it pulsed and deposited a thick load of hot fresh Orc seed deep into her throat or pussy.

Zu'gar growled softly, her hand wrapped now around her hard, thick member, stroking it slowly, the dark green crown now on display as she pleasured herself for the first time in forever, thoughts of raping and despoiling her master forefront in her mind.

She imagined the girl fighting, screaming, cursing, sickened at the thought of her virtue being stolen by a monster like Zu'gar, tears rolling down her cheeks.

It had been so long since she had had the chance to indulge. Gritting her teeth Zu'gar arched her back, her heavy cock pulsing between her fingers, she was so close, she was-

A knock at the door tore her from her fantasy, her eyes snapping open, freezing in her actions, terrified for a second she had been caught. The knock came again. She glanced down at her cock, the pleasure that had been pulsing through her mere seconds before, threatening to erupt had turned sour, the anxiety at being caught spoiling the moment.

With another growl, this one of frustration and disappointment she rose, picking up her sack and pulling it on over her head, walking to the door and swinging it open, "What?" she said, not harshly, but the surprise was enough to send the child-girl from earlier, clasping the bucket of steaming soapy water wobbling back a couple of unsteady steps, her eyes wide.

"I-I was told to bring you this Miss Orc!" She stammered, holding up the bucket, liquid sloshing around inside, like a shield before her.

Zu'gar grunted and reached out, taking it from the child and setting it inside the door, she was about to close it when the child spoke.