Buyers Beware

"W-wait! You... You have a thingy?" She asked, voice tiny and meek.

Zu'gar glanced at her, then down at herself where she was obviously tenting through the coarse fabric of her sack, "Yeah, so?"

"N-nothing! I just... Just... Thought I was the only one." The girl said, shyly.

Zu'gar eyed the kid, narrowing her gaze a little, "Well you ain't. Don't be ashamed of it. Be proud of it." Again she went to close the door, but the child let out a little whine as if she wasn't done talking yet.

With a sigh, Zu'gar opened the door and looked down at her, "What?"

"Doesn't... Doesn't it make us ugly?" The child asked softly, not looking up.

Zu'gar glared at the girl, but after a few moments her gaze softened a little and she sighed, girls like Zu'gar and, apparently, this child were rare and despite her hatred of humans, a few words wouldn't go wasted.

"Human, is a rose beautiful?" She asked, talking slow so the child would be able to understand her.

The girl looked up at her, not sure what she meant but nodding anyway.

"Why is a rose beautiful?" She asked in her thick voice, but in the tone one often adopted when talking to children or animals.

"Because of the flower? It looks pretty and smells pretty."

Zu'gar nodded as if this was some great wisdom the child had imparted.

"But, little human, a rose also has thorns. Do to these thorns stop it from being a beautiful rose?"

The child shook her head, her eyes wide and shimmering.

Zu'gar grinned broadly, her teeth white, her lower canines prominent, "Then why, little rose, should your thorn make you ugly?"

The girl blinked meekly, biting her lip and without answering hurried away back down the corridor.

Zu'gar let out a low chuckle shaking her head and finally shut the door, carrying the bucket inside and to the back room.

She spent a good hour cleaning herself. Her race wasn't exactly known for its hygiene and Zu'gar was no exception, to be dirty was natural, the scents of perfumes and soaps an unnecessary distraction, but she had been ordered to clean and, to be honest, she was grateful to rid her body of the slavers filth, so she was thorough. She would be travelling soon with Lace, if the girl was honest about her plans, so she would soon build up a healthy layer of dirt and dust anyway. She would have to make do with the price of being clean for one night.

Her skin had a more vibrant shine to it, her hair now a perfect gleaming white. Washing each of her dreads had been tedious, but she seldom had soap or hot water, so having both was an opportunity she would not miss. After all, these would stay clean for much much longer.

She had just finished washing and was once more lounging in what was now her chair, wearing a spare bed sheet she had found wrapped around herself like a dress, considering picking up where she had left off before she had been interrupted by the child when she heard the door rattle.

It swung open to reveal Lace carrying several cloth bundles and one paper bundle. She smiled at Zu'gar, clearly pleased to see how clean she was, taking a special interest in her hair and set all but the paper bundle down on the bed, stepping towards Zu'gar and holding out the paper package, "Here, street food. Not healthy but, who cares right? We'll be out of town for quite a while travelling, might as well enjoy it while we're here."

Zu'gar picked up the parcel and wrinkled her nose, she tried to imagine what food one could forage in the streets. In the slave market where she had been kept the only thing in the streets, she had seen that could even remotely be regarded as food were the rats.

She unwrapped the first layer of paper and her suspicions intensified as one of her fingers came away oily, but whatever it was felt hot and, she had to admit despite herself, smelled good.

She opened the paper wrapping to reveal a dozen or so small wooden skewers, on which thick fat pieces of meat and a few token vegetables had been stuck, they were coated with a fine red powder that had soaked up many of the meat's juices and varied from a crispy brown to an almost charred black. She felt her mouth water as she picked up a skewer, "What is this?" She asked.

"Street food," Lace said with a smile, "the sort of food they eat in the eastern lands, I think, meat like lamb and chicken, peppers and onion, coated in a spice blend, don't ask what's in it, I don't know and then grilled over a fire."

Zu'gar glanced from Lace to the stick, using her teeth to persuade a piece of the juicy meat, lamb she thought, off of the stick, chewing on it testingly. The burst of flavours in her mouth was intense, the lamb was chewy, but she didn't care, it was nice to have something with flavour and texture again, "Mm. Ish good," she said through a full mouth, genuine in her enjoyment.

Lace smiled brightly, nodding, "I'm glad you like it."

She hummed quietly to drown out the almost ungodly sound of Zu'gar ravenously eating as she began to unroll the cloth bundles she had bought, revealing several sets of garments, all too big to be for herself but for Zu'gar. They weren't fancy, no sequins or dyes, but they looked comfortable and sturdy.

The Orc watched with interest as Lace went about neatly folding and sorting Zu'gar's clothes into distinctive outfits, all similar in their plainness but all unique in their own way. She watched, pleased, as one of the bundles opened to reveal a pair of shoes. Though again simple and practical, after being so long barefoot she'd learned to appreciate even the simplest of shoes.

"So uh," Zu'gar said as she chewed a mouthful of meat, "You said I had equipment. You uh, said we would talk about it later. Now is later."

Lace smirked over at her, "Now is later, I'll give you that. Mm, let's just say I'm not like other humans and there's something that you specifically can help me with."

"Like what?" Zu'gar asked, using her teeth to empty the contents of an entire skewer into her mouth, the last one, already, Lace noted, duly impressed. She had been famished.

Lace bit her lip a little, stepping towards Zu'gar and folding her arms over her stomach, looking down only slightly at the sitting Orc, "Mm... Could you remove that cloth?" she asked, gesturing at Zu'gar's makeshift towel, wrapped around her.

Zu'gar glanced down at herself then shrugged, "Uh, sure?" she lifted herself a small amount up off the chair and dug the sheet out from under her, using the fabric to wipe the oil from her fingers and lips, smirking some as she proudly displayed her superior body, assuming she was shaming Lace for her own puny one.

Lace ignored the messy oil stains on the sheets and stepped towards the nude Zu'gar, who eyed her curiously. With a sly smile, she reached up and started to unbutton her shirt.

Zu'gar's eyes widened as she watched her master, no more than a few steps from her begin to strip off her shirt, each unclasped button revealing more and more smooth pink skin, "Uhhh..."

"Soooo, I've got a confession to make..." Lace said softly, a smirk on her lips, "It's really about the main reason I bought you, to be fair, the whole bandit thing, while important, isn't as important as what I have planned for you."

Zu'gar's gaze kept flickering between Lace's own holding gaze, captivating with her unique pink iris', and the enticing body being displayed to her, she felt a familiar heat down below, a pulse in her sleeping cock, which up until now had been resting peacefully between her powerful thighs, "You want massages?" she asked, voice skeptical.

Lace smirked some and began to unbutton her trousers, "In a sense, I suppose..."

Zu'gar opened her mouth to speak, but was caught flat footed. She watched, shocked, as Lace encouraged her leggings down over the curve of her wide hips, letting them fall into a messy pile on the floor. Beneath her trousers lay two surprises, one, was a pair of lacey thigh highs, held in place by a garter belt around her comparatively slender waist, having just been obscured by her trousers and, like Zu'gar, she had been hiding a cock, maybe five inches long and hard, pointing menacingly towards Zu'gar.

The Orcess opened her mouth to speak, then closed it, glancing up at Lace, everything clicking into place, "You... Want to fuck me."

"Mm, you bet I do." Lace said, grinning naughtily, those pink eyes gleaming with lust and desire.

Zu'gar grimaced, she knew she had had it all too good with this new master, nice food, new clothes, the promise of easy work, it had all been building up to something much worse than any lifetime of hard labour would've given her, this. Unable to disobey, she would be this perverse fiends sex slave for all her days.

The thought disgusted her, made to spend her remaining days, a strong, muscled, powerful force of nature like her, bent and broken, existing to pleasure this tiny, feminine, humans little pink cocklet. The shame was so intense she felt her cheeks burning at the indignity and rage.

"No..." She growled, deeply, remembering then that she was not bound to silence, she could express her displeasure, "Lace, no, I don't want to!" she said, her voice rising not to a shout, but certainly to a more emphatic level, the Orcess surging to her feet, Lace taking a few cautious steps back, her eyes going wide, even though she knew she was safe.

"Z-zu'gar. You... You don't want this? I thought Orcs were like... All really really into humans, I thought... I thought you'd like it?" Lace said, her voice a little frantic, she had been so sure!

Zu'gar shook her head, "No, we are proud race, I will not ever willingly let you defile my body with your tiny cock!"

Lace blinked, opened her mouth, then paused for a long moment, working things out, "...Zu'gar. I order you to sit down and stay still."

Without a moment's hesitation Zu'gar lowered herself back down into her seat, the padding already moulded to her butt and back, making it incredibly comfortable, though she still frowned deeply, with the collar she was truly helpless to resist Lace's grotesque advances. But at least she had made herself known, even as her pride was stripped from her she would be able to rely on the fact she was not giving in.

Lace stepped forward and leaned forward, placing her hands on Zu'gar's powerful thighs, bringing her face to the Orc's, nose to nose, "You silly little thing," she giggled brightly.

Zu'gar kept her mouth shut, glaring with her fierce sunset eyes.

"I was never going to ravish you with my 'tiny cock'," she smirked, tilting her head, a playful expression on her face, "I want to be ravished by yours, silly."

Zu'gar blinked, she couldn't have heard that right, "W...What." she said, voice flat.

"I want," Lace started in a slow sultry tone, starting to sink lower, her gaze shifting to maintain it's lock on Zu'gar's as she moved, "to ride," she grinned a little, now kneeling before Zu'gar, her hands on the Orc's thighs caressing and squeezing, "this..." she breathed low, leaning in softly, briefly pressing her pursed lips to the top of the orcs still soft cock.

Zu'gar opened her mouth to speak, but before she could bring her words to bear Lace's mouth opened too, her pretty little lips not requiring any thought for what she had in mind. Zu'gar's words fell apart into a low moan as she felt Lace's lips close perfectly over the hooded tip of her cock, feeling the long missed embrace of wet heat surrounding her sensitive crown.

Lace let out a moan of her own, enjoying the sensation of a cock in her wanting mouth, her lips stretched wide to fit the impressively sized mushroom tip, her tongue flicking under the skin of its hood to caress over the darker coloured crown.

"O-oh, fuuuck, oh fucck..." Zu'gar growled, her fingers digging into the padding of her chair as she looked down at Lace, the human's eyes half-lidded, a few strands of wavy hair partly obscuring one as she looked up at Zu'gar nothing but desire in her gaze, "You're, ugh, you're sucking Orc dick..."

Lace winked playfully up at the stunned Orc before letting her gaze trail back down her luscious body to the quickly hardening cock filling her mouth, stretching her lips, making Lace want for more.

She urged her shoulders forward, Zu'gar arching her back as Lace swept forward, her plush wet lips gracefully rolling down the veined green length now inside her, fitting half the cock in her mouth, the tip bumping against the entrance to her throat as she began to suck.

Lace was confident she could take the entire length down her throat, gods knew she had enough practice, however, the angle was all wrong and she was just feeling so amazing simply pleasuring her as she was. She had had twistedly sexual fantasies of Orc women like Zu'gar for years now and this was her first time embracing that side of her, feeding the fantasy that she wanted, no, needed Orc cock in her life and body.

Unable to resist she moved her hands across the toned muscle of Zug'ar's thighs to touch and feel the Orc's length, she'd dreamt about it for so very long the allure of having one actually before her was too much for her to resist.

Zu'gar felt her toes curl as pleasures she hadn't experienced in, well, possibly ever, coursed through her body, it was every Orc's fantasy to have a human to fuck, but it was a dream you were lucky ever to fulfill, yet here she was, Zu'gar, mere Hunter, not only with a human polishing her pole, but doing it willingly, eagerly, even.

"Ugh, I'm not, going to last, ugh, long," Zu'gar grunted, her lips parted a little as her breath quickened, the pleasure of the small woman's full pouted lips, the spongy wetness of her eager swirling tongue and the constant pressure as she sucked on her length, her lips constantly rolling up and down, always to the very tip, the sensation traveling over the silky smoothness of her now revealed cock head the epitome of ecstasy. Or so, at least, Zu'gar thought.

"W-what? Already?" Lace whimpered cutely, a hand wrapped snugly around the base of the cock, squeezing gently as she pulled her lips off, her other hand weighing Zu'gar's sizable balls, rolling them between her fingers in their smooth sack.

"Y-yeah..." Zu'gar said, really unable to be more expansive in her thoughts than that, still locked in a state of disbelief that this was really happening to her.

Lace pouted some, kissing the underside of the Orcs pulsing shaft which she held pressed against her face, lust-drunk in its beautiful crown, dominant size and exotic colour, for a moment she stared up at Zu'gar, revelling in the moment of fulfilment. Her beautiful olive skin, her massive bulky frame, strong muscles, full breasts, white hair, massive fangs... Every trait that her people typically despised, she lusted for. She felt a shiver of pleasure roll through her body and she leaned in, pressing her lips to the Orcs heavy nuts, kissing them each in turn, soft loving angel kisses quickly turning from light lovers pecks into a more intense experience, her tongue bathing the heavy orbs in her spit, making them shine.

Zu'gar closed her eyes and let her head fall back against the chair, feeling the eager human down between her powerful thighs, tongue lifting and weighing each of her balls in turn. Never in her wildest dreams could she have imagined she'd be here with a human literally worshipping her heavy nuts, she could lay here all day living the experience, but, after a few long minutes of Lace trying to coat her full nuts in love bites, she felt the girl lean away from her.

Blinking, she saw Lace rise, her expression a little disappointed as she turned away from Zu'gar. In a moment Zu'gar felt confused, "W-wait, Lace, er, did I do wrong?"

Lace stopped, not even a foot away from Zu'gar, her back to her and peered at the Orc over her shoulder, "What? No no! Oh gods no, I was just having too much fun, had to tear myself away, just, can't wait you know? Now..."

Zu'gar wanted to tell Lace that, no, really, she could spend all the time in the world on her knees sucking her nuts, but before she got the chance to speak, she glanced down. For the first time she got to see this humans real sexual treasure. While her cock with its small size, especially compared to Zu'gar's, and with her breasts so flat Zu'gar questioned her use of pronouns, were nothing to write home about, her real asset, her ass, was currently lowering itself towards her spit lubed shaft, pointing straight up and twitching eagerly.

"You... You're... That? Really?" Zu'gar said, disbelieving as Lace steadied herself with her hands on Zu'gar's thighs, lowering her butt, full and bubbly, rounded like two half-globes towards her waiting shaft.

"Oh fuck yes..." Lace whispered in reply as she looked over her shoulder, glancing briefly up at Zu'gar with a playful smirk before looking back, biting her lip as she felt the slick tip brush up against the warmth of her smooth cheeks.

Zu'gar grit her teeth a little, the anticipation for what was to come killing her, "D-don't you need to, lube yourself and stuff?" she asked, not wanting to wait but wanting it to be absolutely perfect.

Lace glanced up at her, "Aww, you care about my butt," she grinned and winked, then hesitated for a moment, closing her eyes. Zu'gar watched, confused as the girls candy-pink eyes flashed briefly, the iris visible for a moment even through her eyelid, then she continued to lower herself down, displaying an affinity, even if just a minor one, for the magics, a heresy in Zu'gar's eyes, though, as she felt the dark green crown of her cock press between her butt cheeks and up against her waiting star, it was a heresy she could instantly forgive. It was only a little dash of heresy, after all.

Lace moaned out as she felt gravity pull her down onto the slick orc shaft, her head falling back as she bit her lip, explosions of pure bliss erupting in her mind like a bouquet of fireworks, each tiny movement sending pulses of pleasure through her core as she sank her thick white ass down onto the thick shaft, feeling it spread her star wide and begin to fill a void in her life that had plagued her for too long.

Zu'gar wanted to reach up, to grab the little waif's hips and drag her down, lifting her own body up to ram her entire length into the girl, but commanded to be still she could do little but act as a blessed spectator, her own pleasure and lust driven from fulfilled fantasies coursing through seemingly every nerve ending on her lucky body.

As inch after inch of cock was fed into her ass Lace settled back, leaning against Zu'gar's toned abs and full breasts, her head settled back on the Orc's shoulder, cheek brushing up against her ivory dreads.

With one last concerted push, she was sat on the Orc's lap, her bubbly cheeks resting on Zu'gar's powerful frame, every inch of the huge cock filling the slender girl up so good. Gently, she worked her hips from side to side, feeling the hot dick stir around inside her.

With a whimper she traced one hand up her body before lacing it through Zu'gar's dreads, forcing her head to turn to look towards her.

"Kiss me..." Lace breathed hungrily and in no short order felt her tiny mouth dominated by Zu'gar's. Her lips were so much fuller than Lace's own, the Orc's prominent fangs making it a little awkward, but she didn't care. Testingly she pressed her tongue up between Zu'gar's lips, running it across her teeth and tempting her to join in. It didn't take much persuading. In an instant her mouth was full of Zu'gar's thick tongue, swirling and intermingling with Lace's own, hot and wet, desperate for the experience of each others body.

Reluctantly after several blissful seconds, Lace broke the kiss, winking at Zu'gar as she leaned forward, placing her hands back on the Orc's thighs for support, lifting up her soft heavy butt before dropping it again, easier this time, her cheeks slapping down on Zu'gar's body.