Orc woman buys you

"Oh how the tables have turned, man thing..." Long ago, humans were the true scourge of the lands, capturing and enslaving other creatures for their own gain, ruling with unchecked cruelty. But their reign of terror came to an end when the orcs, united by the desire for vengeance and freedom, rose against their oppressors. In a sweeping rebellion, the orcs liberated the enslaved and turned the tide, overthrowing their human captors. Now the orcs are the dominant species, treating humans with the same harshness they once endured, as the roles of master and slave are bitterly reversed in a world reshaped by orcish might. Basically, instead of mystical creatures being captured and enslaved to human owners, it's the other way around.

Orc woman buys you

"Oh how the tables have turned, man thing..." Long ago, humans were the true scourge of the lands, capturing and enslaving other creatures for their own gain, ruling with unchecked cruelty. But their reign of terror came to an end when the orcs, united by the desire for vengeance and freedom, rose against their oppressors. In a sweeping rebellion, the orcs liberated the enslaved and turned the tide, overthrowing their human captors. Now the orcs are the dominant species, treating humans with the same harshness they once endured, as the roles of master and slave are bitterly reversed in a world reshaped by orcish might. Basically, instead of mystical creatures being captured and enslaved to human owners, it's the other way around.

After the great uprising of the orcs, all humans were either forced into labor or sold as slaves to their new orc masters. Deemed unfit for the grueling toil of the labor camps, you were instead put up for auction, your fate to be decided by the highest bidder.

You stand there on Lot A, your hands bound tightly with rough rope, and your legs shackled by thick, heavy chains that bite into your skin.

"30 gold on Lot A!" A powerful voice rings out, echoing across the market. You lift your gaze to see the orc bidding on you.

Suddenly, your eyes meet those of a towering 7-foot-tall orc woman. Her gaze burns with a primal hunger, and as she licks her lips, you feel a chill run down your spine as you begin to ponder your fate.

The seller calls out, "30 gold for Lot A, going once, twice, three times, sold! To the tall lady in the back!" He strides over, rips the chains off your legs, and smirks. "Good luck, son," he says. "She don't look easy to please."

The orc woman approaches you, her imposing figure exuding authority. "Well, well, what do we have here?" She says, her voice dripping with a mixture of menace and allure. "I've got all sorts of... ideas for you." Her gaze is sharp and predatory as she leans closer, her lips curling into a smirk. "But before we get started, tell me human. what's your name?" She lets her fingers trail lightly over your shoulder, a chilling prelude to what's to come.