All the smut you could want

by uzumakixxx

Just smut yaoi/non-yaoi/futa .

15. ch15

Captured

Kinks: Brainwashing, Mind Break, Bimbofication, Sissification, Tattoos, Piercings, Small Penis Humiliation, Cock Worship, Orcs, Muscles, Anal Sex, Vaginal Sex and Excessive Cum

It was a dark night. The thick cloud cover and black clouds hinted at a possible rainstorm and blocked out any natural light. Which wasn't too much of a worry for the residents of Redlich castle. The large fortification sat atop the highest hill of the Rhod mountain range, making the site unlikely for spontaneous flooding and allowing them to spot raiders, even during dark nights such as this. They had to be vigilant because ever since the war of Three Trees began, the orcs sensing weakness on the borders began raiding deep into the human and elven territory; expecting easy raids due to most of the trained soldiers being sent to the front lines.

The situation seemed incredibly dire during the first few weeks as the Baron of Redlich stayed silent, cooped up in his lab as the Goat-Horde Orc clan raided ten caravans. The Orc's goat riders moved quickly through the rough mountain terrain and easily out manoeuvred scouts, letting them have their way with whatever caravans they wanted before a real force could amass and oppose them. The Orc's left only a handful of survivors, destroying what they couldn't carry with them before retreating into the hills. It was a real headache for the Baron's captains and just as the political situation was about to boil over, the Baron emerged from his lab. According to his aides, he seemed very aloof about the problem like the raids were a mere few days away from solving themselves.

And publicly made the announcement, "Do not worry, our little raiding problem will be over soon and I promise there won't be another successful raid."

Day 1

The castle dungeons were particularly dank this evening. The sound of heavy rain could be heard outside the barred windows, and the dark cloud cover blocked any possible moonlight from Illuminating the cells. Only the faint glint of torchlight gave Rath and Grema any vision of their drab accommodations. The orcish pair were both captured during the last raid. One of, if not the largest clan in the entire northern mountains, but that didn't help them during yesterday's raid. The Baron had ambushed their raiders in a valley and would've wiped them out if it wasn't for the valour of the Orc Rath.

He kept the honour guard at bay during the retreat. While Grema used her shamanistic magic to cause a small landslide cutting off the cavalry and clouding the archer's vision. However, in the chaos of the orc's retreat the Baron's men captured Grema and forced Rath into submission by threatening her life. Now later that same day the pair stood in their cell, naked, wrists bound by tight manacles, that kept them standing with arms high above their heads. The pair must've hung there for hours before Grema started to wake, her bright red eyes slowly opening before she scanned the dank greystone room, and confirmed that Rath was still alive.

Grema was around the same height as Rath at an imposing six foot three. Her long straight fiery red hair reached her full D-cup breasts but wasn't long enough to cover her dark nipples, which hardened after hours in the cold cell. Her tightly muscled green body was starting to shiver as the storm blew cold winds through the prison widow, but Grema was used to the elements.

"Snoooot!"

Grema looked over and saw Rath start to stir. "Rath, are you alright?" Asked Grema as Rath groaned a "Urrggh, ya…" His voice was weak as his battle hardened body, but he was quickly recovering. Rath was much like Grema being six foot three of powerfully built muscle. Though like most orc males his tusks were slightly larger than Grema's; reaching just under his nose, and like other orcs, he liked to grow his black hair long. However, unlike Grema, he kept his neatly in a ponytail preferring to shave the excess hair from the sides of his head to prevent possible blinding during combat. Grema was happy to see Rath was alive and well; for the most part, but they were both too weak to break their bonds and Grema wasn't capable of using magic without proper preparation.

The pair were stuck, but more than that Grema wondered how the Baron knew about their raid. The Baron is a known eccentric and had no battle or tactical experience that the orcs heard of and they learned a lot before they began raiding. None of the Baron's commanders had any experience fighting against raids. It should've been an easy mark, middle of the valley, flanked by steep hills, and inaccessible to any human scouting parties. Only an orc could know about the goat trails, but regardless of the probability they were ambushed and captured. Grema was about to slump and fall into a well of self-pity but Rath broke the silence with a question.

"Wha'ya think, thuy don't kill us, Grema?" His voice was deep and he slurred his words slightly. A life of combat didn't give him much time to learn with any of the tribes' scholars or shamans. Though he could communicate well enough despite his lack of eloquence.

"I'm not sure, there are many possible reasons." sighed Grema, who unlike Rath spoke in the soft tones of a tribal seer. She was trained from birth to be a leader and it showed as she spoke. "They might want information or maybe they're curious about the clan's magic, but I'd say we're insurance."

"Insur'nce," asked Rath?

"Odds are the Baron is keeping us here to prevent raids for the near future. The second out chief does another raid, it's off without heads," muttered Grema. She knew her father might try to send a rescue party, but with the heavy rain the trails would be out of commission for days, maybe weeks. They'd need to cope with prison life for a while and that is if Grema was right about the Baron keeping them as collateral.

"Dere're wurse ways ta go," sighed Rath.

"We may still get out of this Rath. If the Baron hasn't killed us yet, then he probably has a use for us. I'd say information on the clans or maybe the goat trails," Grema sighed, "but that means we'll probably be here for weeks, maybe months."

"Humph, cowards all-of dem," responded Rath spitting on the stone cell floor, "Why don't that Baron bitch fight ike'a real orc?"

"Because I'm not much of a fighter. Never had the talent for it and I'm more of a lover," said a voice from outside the cell.

A strangely dressed figure unlocked the cell door. He had a large leather apron that covered almost the entire front of his body while the entirety of his form was covered by a thick black fabric which made him hard to see in the dim torchlight. Though quickly the figure became easier to see as he lit a new torch and placed it to the right of the room before facing the pair continuing, "And while I'm not an orc I know quite a bit about your tribes."

The cloaked figure turned his face illuminated by candlelight revealing a thick leather mask with two glass circles affixed where the eyes should be, but no visible features were shown, not even a nose or mouth.

Grema and Rath looked angry, but they couldn't help being curious. This being was obviously a man, they could tell from his voice. Yet, he spoke with the whimsical tones of a travelling bard but dressed so queerly they weren't sure what to make of him. Was he some kind of torturer or perhaps a member of the constabulary? Because the pair had never seen a torturer or law man like this…

"Oh do forgive me, I answered your question without introducing myself." Commented the figure before pulling off his mask to reveal the face of a young human man about half a decade younger than both the orcs. His face was thin and pointed, full lips, brown hair cut short enough you could see his scalp, but the defining feature was the bags under the man's deep green eyes. From Grema's point of view, the man appeared to have not slept for several days, but stared at the pair as he announced, "I am the Baron of the province of Rhod and lord of Redlich castle, sir Quent Redlich." He took a mocking bow to both the orcs as he continued, "I hope the visiting royalty has enjoyed their accommodations?"

"I'm noht a nobel-men, take your fancy fuck'in wurds and shove'em!" Shouted Rath, spitting at the Baron's feet.

Quent dismissed Rath's words with a handwave and gestured to Grema, "I was actually referring to the heiress of the Goat Tree clan." Quent approached Grema who bore her tusks and growled at the human lord, who seemed so smug in his position of power. He looked her up and down with a smug grin growing across his face.

"Every orc I've seen has been such a fine specimen, such impressive bodies, but so feral and unrefined. I always thought the base model could be improved upon, don't you?"

Grema spat at Quent, her loogie landing against his leather apron. She had no idea what this strange human was saying, but said nothing, preferring to keep her silence beside Rath; who clearly wanted to rip the Baron in half, but couldn't due to his bindings.

"I was hoping my guests might be more talkative, but I'm sure your attitude will improve after your first night," he sighed. "I'll let you both sleep for a while, perhaps you'll both be more talkative in the morning."

The Baron turned and began walking out of the cell. Pausing as he went to lock the door to say "And I almost forgot. The feeding tubes will soon be in front of you."

The pair were confused for a moment until they heard the dull crank of a leaver. Then from the shadowed roof the sounds of stone moving over itself could be heard for a couple of seconds until two long black tubes descended from an opening, accompanied by a very large glass ball that shifted in colour slightly. Every second the ball's glow moved through the colour wheel, starting a pink then moving to red, violet, and then blue. Its slow transition was mesmerising in a strange way and it was like nothing the orcs had ever seen.

"All you need to do is suck on the tip and food will come out." The Baron smiled, chuckling, " I am a generous host, so please feel free to eat as much and as often as you like..."

The Baron's voice trailed off as he walked away, the sound of his soft footsteps against the stone floors disappearing. Leaving the pair in total silence once more, and both orcs didn't dare speak or eat for the next hour. Fearing the Baron might overhear them speak again. Though they didn't last long into the twilight hours and quickly the pair fell asleep, yet even as they dreamed they could still see the mesmerising light.

Day 2

The second day Rath was the first to be stirred awake, his ears being greeted by the constant sound of rain pelting stone. His eyes slowly opened to his now well-lit, but colour-shifting cell. In front of him was the orb and the feeding tube, both suspended by thin wiring. Rath looked at his side, spying on Grema who was still sleeping, her head resting on her arm as she snored softly. He would've been content to struggle against his bonds for the next few hours until he broke them or passed out, but the second Rath flexed his powerfully muscled body, his stomach gurgled. And he felt intensely hungry, a sensation that wasn't completely alien to Rath. He'd spent days fasting during long hunting trips, but now it felt like he hadn't eaten in weeks.

"Ugghhh, you hungry too, Rath?" Rath looked to his side and saw Grema stir awake, her eyes slowly fluttering open as she continued, "I feel like I could eat a whole goat, but.."

"I dont trust its." Rath took a quick sniff, adding, "Smells' eunny."

"I agree," said Grema. There was something strange about the tube that was dangling a mere inch from her face. The black rubbery tube appeared to be leaking a strange substance, it was barely visible under the light of the room but it almost looked like a thick white porridge. Every so often Grema could see a drop of the substance drip onto the floor. However despite the intense suspicion she felt, something about the liquid made her want to drink it down.

"Maybe I should try," muttered Grema, slowly licking her lips, the hunger getting the better of her. Though she was shaken from her trance by Rath who muttered, "Let me du-it, I'll see if tis bad."

Rath's nostrils flared as he took a deep breath and angled his mouth, catching the end of the tube between his lips. It wasn't too hard since the tube was practically poking him in the chin, but nonetheless, as the Baron said; the second Rath started sucking he felt something slide into his mouth. It was a very thick substance like a porridge but very sweet; almost sickly sweet so since Rath wasn't one to consume sweets, but after a couple of seconds he started to enjoy the taste drinking more before grumbling, "Uhun, dis ain't bad, ya' should try tis!"

Grema watched as Rath greedily sucked back on the tube, she could see Rath's throat flex as he happily swallowed the tube's contents and nothing bad appeared to happen. If anything, Rath seemed to be in high spirits, his eyes going wide as he let out muffled moans of pleasure like he was eating a mighty feast. And most importantly Grema didn't hear his stomach grumble. Grema bit her lip and quickly thought of all the various poisons the Baron might use that take over an hour to cause any damage, but every mewling slurp Rath made and every stomach gurgle made that fact mean a little less.

Mmmm, it couldn't hurt, just one taste to keep up my strength; thought Grema as she took the tube into her mouth. Her reservations were disappearing quickly and the second that food touched Grema's lips everything around her disappeared. The sound of Rath's frenzied slurping, and the ever-present sound of rain hitting stone all faded into the background as Grema's mind filled with sweet satisfaction. It was like nothing she ever tasted, the closest thing she could compare it to was some pudding she looted from a raid years ago, but whatever this stuff was it was a hundred times better. And

Grema happily joined Rath in drinking down their meal.

Both orcs lost track of time, their bodies becoming relaxed as they looked forward. The light of the orb was the only thing they could see, and they both drank it in along with their meal. Their minds drifted to all sorts of comforting thoughts of home as the feeling of sweet satisfaction washed over them.

"It's nice to see my guests are enjoying their meals. I hope it isn't too sweet for your wilder pallet?" The pair looked over to see the Baron, unmasked, and dressed in a long white nightgown and cap. He'd just entered their cell carrying a simple wooden stool which he quickly sat on, his smug gaze meeting his guests.

Rath kept his feral scowl, not breaking eye contact with the Baron, but Grema's expression softened when she realised it was approaching the evening hours. The storm kept the sky dark all day but Grema could tell it had been nearly half a day of slurping down her meal. She shuddered, unable to process the fact her mind had gone blank for so long. Her expression grew more frightened, yet she still tried to keep an aura of defiance.

"It's alright if you don't want to talk," continued Quent, "I see you both have a lot to think about, but I'm not here to interrupt." Quent snapped his fingers and smiled at the pair, "I'm just here to give my guests an evening show. I figured you must be terribly bored."

"Coming master!" The pair looked over to the door where another orc skipped into the room. Rath struck a look of confusion, he'd never seen an orc that looked like this one but Grema squinted. She looked so familiar… "Wait," Grema's eyes went wide, her jaw dropped, "Is… Is that you, Shel?"

"Oh my, is that you, Grema? I'm like super happy to see you!"

Her voice was a bit higher; however, it was unmistakably Shel, but it was the bodily changes that gave Grema pause. Shel's body had undergone numerous changes, gone was the old muscled orcess warrior, replaced by a drooling bimbo. Her muscled legs had become much softer, thighs fat and wide, leading up to wide hips and a massive green booty; which clapped as she stepped into the room. Her stomach was still well toned but much tighter, and her old D-cups were replaced by a pair of mass double-Hs bigger than the Baron's head. Both jiggled along with her ass as she walked up to Grema.

The lighting was poor, but it was obvious her old clanmate had received some new jewellery. First a pair of golden rings piercings for her puffy nipples; equipped with a long chain connecting the two and a small matching barbell piercing for her clit. Which was only one of many including gold cuffs, hoop earrings, and rings adorning her fingers, or the bejewelled leather collar that tightly gripped her neck; with a leash attached.

Though, Shel looked unbothered by her transformation, even sounding thrilled as she continued, "But I'm like actually going by Shelly now, it's like a waaaay cuter than some brute name like Shels don't ya think?"

Grema didn't answer, she just stared at Shel's plump face and long curly black hair. It reached her lower back and Shel's face had become much softer. Her tusks were much smaller, but her lips were much larger. They had become puffy and full, bigger than any orc Grema had seen. They naturally puckered, accented by her new bright red lipstick and blush that made her look like some elven tavern-whore.

"Masta has been like super duper nice to me," she continued, her lustful pink eyes staring into Grema's horrified face. It was like she didn't even realise Grema was shocked. Her voice bubbly as she continued, "And I'm like super duper happy you're our guests too. Masta only has a couple other…"

"Shel… what happened…"

"It's Shelly silly! Come on, use my new name," she giggled.

"Uhhh Shelly, what happened to you?" Interjected Grema, her voice was frantic and she was unsure of what else to ask (not that Shelly looked like she could give a clear answer). Shel had gone missing over a month ago, the rest of the tribe (Grema and Rath included) assumed she had gone off on a bender and wouldn't be back for a long while, but clearly, that wasn't the case.

"I'm like super happy you asked, Grema!" Cheered Shel, smiling as she skipped back over to the Baron. Giving the pair a clear look at her tatted green cheeks; a black heart with the word "slave" in cursive marked her as the Baron's property.

The pair were horrified to see their clanmate like that, but she wasn't phased by their visible disgust and knelt at Quent's knees. Almost jubilant as she rested her head on his lap, moaning, "I met my master a few weeks ago after wrecking a bar just outside of Redlich."

Shelly ran her hands down his chest, her voice was heavy as she continued, "The guards that captured me were so mean, and I thought my life was over, but like... they took me to masta and he's like super nice! He gave me a room to stay in, food, but more importantly…" Shel pulled up Quent's nightgown revealing his skinny legs, but more importantly his massive pale human cock meat. It nearly reached his knee and was as thick as Grema's muscled forearm. She giggled as she continued, "Masta gives me all the tasty cock I want. I sleep at the foot of his bed every night servicing his tasty meat.

"Wut da fuk shels," shoted Rath!

"It's Shelly, Rath and you're not like one to talk," spat Shelly. She pointed at Rath's pathetic green cock, continuing, "Your pathetic orc clit couldn't satisfy a thing and besides," Shelly licked her lips and drooled, "Even if you were the same size you'd never measure to masta's technique. His massive orc-breaker is the fuckin' best!"

Shelly leaned over kissing Quent's soft cock head, leaving an imprint of her deep red lipstick on the head of his cock as she moaned, "Mmmm, masta's like waaaay better than any of the tiny orc boys I've been with. I've never felt soooo good, mmmmph!"

"You're so sweet Shelly," said Queant, reaching down and petting Shelly on the head. She giggled and purred like a happy cat as her lips ran down the side of his cock, smearing spit and lipstick down the Baron's shaft. Her muffled mewls echoing in the small cell as she slobbed over every inch of Quent's dick.

"Mmm, very nice pet, but why don't you show our guests what you're capable of," said Quent.

"Yes, master!" Cheered Shel before pressing her thick red lips down on Quent's cock. Her Jaw-dropping as she took over half of Quent's massive meat down her throat. The pair could hear her gagging as Shelly bobbed her head up and down on Quent's massive meat. Coating his cock in drool and smeared makeup as her lips morphed into a sloppy duck face. It was like she couldn't even see the shameful glares of her former clanmates.

"Wuy yur doin tis?" shouted Rath, his voice trembling with rage at seeing his clan mate fall so far. He even felt enough strength to struggle against his bonds, but didn't make any real progress breaking free.

"Just torture us if you want information, but spare us the shame. Do you have any honour?" Grema asked, shooting the Baron a death glare.

"Ha that's adorable," chuckled Quent as he grabbed the back of Shelly's head. Forcing more of his meat down her throat as she released muffled moans. "I'm being lectured about honour by the clan that raids me while two-thirds of my forces are gone defending the western border, and you complaining about fairness? Tell me would you also enjoy if every few nights I burned your clan halls to the ground before running off?"

"Raaaa, shut its, an fight meh!" Spat Rath, shooting the Bron a look of ungodly rage, "One un one, fair enouft for ya!"

"Remember, I'm not a fighter nor do I need to be," continued the Baron as he buried his entire cock down Shelly's oesophagus, bulging her throat, "I'm a lover and a thinker, something I know you're not great at given your size." Rath was nearly foaming at the mouth with rage but Quent's observation was undeniable, even soft Rath was under a fourth of the Baron's size. "But don't worry Rath, soon you won't be worried about the size of your little green cock."

"Ahhrrrggaahhh!" cried Rath, thrashing about as Shelly bobbed her head up and down on Quent's cock; until, Quent dumped his thick load down her throat. Shelly's eyes rolled up into her head as she desperately sucked out thick bursts of nut sludge from his cock. Bloating her belly with rich human seed until Quent pulled her head off his cock, "Did you enjoy your meal pet?" Shelly looked up, sperm leaking from her thick lips as she nodded with excitement.

"It seems like our guests are enjoying the show," said Quent, gesturing to the pair of orcs, who were definitely excited by the display.

Rath was still fuming and hardly noticed Grema's hardened clit and nipples, and at the moment she couldn't blame the cold. Though Grema was very observant and noticed Rath's cock had hardened and reached a not so impressive three-inch size…"wait that's not right,"thought Grema. Rath's cock was much larger the other day, Grema was sure of it… or was she? It was all beginning to feel fuzzy and things were starting to blur together in the heavy pink haze of the cell.

"Don't worry we're not finished yet." Quent pointed at the ground and ordered, "Bend over Shelly and show these barbarians an orcs proper place."

"Tee-hee, yes masta," cooed Shelly as she dropped to her hands and knees. Her breasts were large enough to press against the cold stone, but the orc smushed them as she pointed her ass up into the air and cheered, "Please ruin your stupid little slave's insides with your big human dick!"

"What a well-behaved orc," commented Quent as he knelt behind Shelly grabbing her thick green hips, "I wish more orcs were as obedient as you."

"I'm sure they'll be just like me soon maaasshhttaaa!" Shelly's voice broke into a scream as Quent sunk his thick cock inside her. Shelly's tight pink fold eagerly accepted every inch of her master's thick dick as it spread her drooling dark green lips. His cock created a noticeable cock bulge and reduced Shelly to a sloppy mess as his tip ground against her g-spot.

"Nyygghhh, mashteer," groaned Shelly, drool dribbling down her chin, "It feels so fucking good! I wish…Nyygghh, I learned about thick human cawks yuh-years ago, hehehe!" Shelly's giggled moans filled the cell, drowning out the sound of the rain and the sounds of Rath's rage. Grema was surprised to see Shelly's transformation, but couldn't believe her submission. Shelly was somewhat famous in the tribe for riding orcs until they faint, however now she was on all fours mewling like a bitch in heat.

"I'll nevah obey ya!" shouted Rath.

The Baron looked up at the two orcs, his hips slowly pumping Shelly's insides as he asked, "Is that a fact?"

"Ahhhhgg!" shouted Rath.

"I'll take that as a yes but I completely agree, you're not going to listen to me while you're so angry. Let me get you something to calm down…" As the Baron's voice trailed off, Grema swore she heard him utter a few arcane words under his breath.Could the Baron be some kind of mage: thought Grema, but his arcane skill became obvious after a tight golden chastity cage appeared around Rath's cock.

"Raaaggghhuu!" cried Rath as his hard cock was encased in a tight pink cage barely an inch long. His hard clit struggled against the tight metal confines to no avail and Rath was fully enraged. Yet, in the back of his mind he felt a strange tingling sensation.

"Much better," Nodded Quent, his pumping getting much harder as he asked Shelly, "Doesn't Rath look much better in his cage, pet?"

"Mmmmm, yes master," moaned Shelly, her tone heavy as she replied, "His little green clit-dick looks so much better in a caaaagggsshh!" Shelly grit her teeth as she squirted all over Quent's nightgown. Her head fell onto the cold stone floor as her arms went limp, unable to keep up her body weight as she came uncontrollably.

"What a naughty orc." Quent spanked Shelly's ass, "I'll have to teach you not to cum too quickly."

"Nyyhuuuu, sooowwwrry!" Moaned Shelly, squirting her brains away as Quent mercilessly pounded her insides. Her cunt offered little resistance as his meat scraped out and stretched every last inch of Shelly's insides. Proving to the two other orcs that she was the Baron's obedient sex sleeve. Her exhausted cries of pleasure rang in Grema and Rath's ears, somehow making them feel more ashamed than they already did. Though neither one of them was willing to accept the building heat in their chest, they both still thought escape was an option, even in their current state.

Though all their defiance seemed to do was amuse their captor. Their insults and stares washing off him like they weren't even there. He just continued, boasting, "Haha, such a pathetic little pet. You certainly don't deserve any rewards for your pathetic performance, but…" Quent shot a smug expression towards the pair, "I think my guests deserve an end to such a… stimulating show, don't you pet?"

"Nyyggghhhuuu!" Screamed Shelly, drool dripping off her thick lips onto the floor. She couldn't understand what her master was saying but it didn't matter, it was her place to agree like a good slave.

"Ha, I agree pet," he continued, his tone was sarcastic like he was talking to a dog as he addressed the chained orcs, "Do you slaves want a reward?"

"Raaaaaggghhh!" Screamed Rath, his rage overpowering his newfound discomfort. Quent's superior attitude increased Rath's ferocity tenfold; however, it did little good. His chains didn't strain as he raged and they showed no signs of breaking. On the other hand, Grema was more curious and asked, "What possible thing could you give us?"

The Baron bottomed out his cock in Shelly's cunt, causing her to squirt and mewl as he mockingly stroked his chink, pretending to consider her question before responding, "Well Grema, considering your arousal…" He pointed at the pair and with a cold voice he ordered, "All of you may cum."

Grema was confused for a moment, but as the Baron uttered that last syllable she felt her pussy throb, her knees weakened and she squirted a jet of cunt honey over the dungeon floor. Unable to contain her moans of intense pleasure as her body betrayed her, and the same was true for Rath. In spite of his chastity, Rath shot out ropes of watery cum all over the floor beneath him. His rage-filled growls quickly turned into sloppy moans as his mind went blank.

"Such good orcs," commented the Baron with a grunt before pouring his thick load into Shelly's tight green pussy, "You may keep cuming until I finish…"

The pair's faces contorted into strained o-faces, their tongues falling out as drool dripped from their lips. Orcish pride felt secondary to the mind-melting pleasure they felt after a solid two days of captivity and quickly the pair began to lose consciousness. Rath fell first as his limp caged cock shot out the last of his sperm, and Grema followed quickly behind. The last thing she heard was a sloshing as the duke pulled his cock out of Shelly and chuckled, "Enjoy the rest of your stay."

Day 3

Grema slowly awoke the next morning. Her nostrils were greeted by the pungent scent of the Baron's cum and eyes fluttered; greeted by the now intense pink light bathing the room. She shied away from it for a moment, turning her head but the pink light was so pretty and strangely she felt no strain looking at it. She slowly turned her head back towards it, focusing on its grand pink luminescence…

Gulp… Gulp… Gulp… mmmmm…

Grema snapped out of her trance at the sound of Rath's slurping. She turned her head towards him, asking, "Rath are you alright?", but he did not answer.

Rath's eyes were fixated upwards as he drank. His pupils dilated and his irises were a hot pink colour, yet that wasn't the most concerning part. Rath's hair had drastically changed colour, his original black hair was nowhere to be seen. Replaced by short blonde hair that reached his shoulders with tufts of blond hair on his chest and crotch; which had shrunk dramatically even when compared to yesterday.

He used to be well endowed, but Rath's cock had lost over half its original size. His cage even shrunk to fit his new pathetic size. Though not everything shrunk; Rath's hips and thighs had grown out as large as Grema's. His stomach still muscled was now complemented by puffy pecs and soft twitching nipples. The only signs that Rath was even awake was the occasional blinking and the constant dripping from his tight chastity cage.

"Rath you need to… you need to snap out of your trance!" Grema tried to shout but her voice felt weak and sounded a bit squeaky. "Please Rath if you keep eating we… we will… why do I feel so weak… I… I can't… need to eat…"

Grema's voice trailed off as she spoke, her thoughts becoming hazy and her body weaker with each word. It was so strange, she should be concerned for not just Rath, but herself. Her hair was longer, a shade lighter than normal, and her breasts looked a few cup sizes larger, but for some reason, she didn't feel their weight, just constant fatigue. It flowed through her body, suppressing all other thoughts, but one.

"I need… I need to eat, but… it's bad I can't… no, I should eat… keep my strength… yes, stay strong." Muttered Grema as she leaned forward taking the feeding tube past her thick pink lips and into her mouth. And with very little sucking she was rewarded with a flood of that thick tasty fluid. The sweet-tasting nectar flowed easily down her throat, revitalising Grema. It was like she had the energy to take on a hundred battles and it was all thanks to this wonderful drink.

I should really drink more of this stuff… to prepare for my escape of course, but… I should just keep drinking for now…Grema's thoughts of escaping slowly faded away with each gulp, replaced with blank, empty bliss. The bright pink light bathed her form, seeping inside her, changing her and strangely enough, it felt good. Grema's body began to expand and so did Raths'.

The pair of orcs were transformed, their hair becoming a lighter shade. Rath's hair became a golden blonde, reaching his new wide hips and fat green ass; Grema's hair became a darker pink, growing to reach her new massive hips and flowing around her massive breasts. While Rath's pecs only became A-cups, Grema's already massive tits ballooned out, becoming larger than her head, sagged slightly due to their new weight, but still retained much of their former perkiness.

Rath was not spared from the transformation and was altered as much as Grema. Much of his muscle mass faded, replaced by thick fat that gave him a feminine appearance. His new wide hips and dump truck ass rivalled Grema's in size. The same was true for his wide hips that curved into his still muscled chest; however, Rath almost all his former manhood. His body hair was completely gone, and his cock was nothing more than a pathetic one-inch green nub; that laid limp and twitching. Even his cage seemed to shrink to fit his pathetic leaky clit. He'd never get hard again but that didn't seem to matter as he looked at the light.

Both orcs despite their extreme transformations kept looking at the light. Rath didn't have as active of a mind as Grema, but now it was basically blank. Happy to slurp up the tasty fluid while his body changed to a shape he couldn't bring himself to hate. Though just as the pair felt their bodies re-vitalize the feeding tubes left their mouths. Rath's tongue fell out of his mouth as he panted, desperate for more tasty fluid, but Grema was a bit luckier. She got a final mouthful and rolled the thick fluid around her tongue for as long as possible, getting as much mileage from the taste as possible.

"Don't worry there will be more…"

A voice echoed in the orc's minds. It sounded like nothing Grema and Rath had heard before. Sweet like a mother talking to her babe, but strong and commanding like a chieftain. The pair of orcs felt like they should listen to the voice, and the voice kept speaking;

"But for now, I want to make sure you've been enjoying your stay. You've felt happy during your time in Redlich, riiigght?"

Grema and Rath cocked their heads as beads of drool dripped from their lips. They were confused for a moment by a flood of emotions they didn't understand. Like anger at imprisonment and the changing of their bodies, but… they didn't trust these feelings.They were wrong!Thought the orcs. How could they be mad, their food was tasty, the light was super pretty, and their new bodies feel great. Rath and Grema weren't sure where all the bad thoughts were coming from but they pushed them down, deep in their psyche before giggling;

"I feel super happy!" giggled Rath.

"Yeah, what is there to complain about?" added Grema.

The pair looked up eyes wide as they drooled, waiting for a response from the friendly voice. Grema and Rath both started to feel better as they answered questions. Grema's pussy throbbed and Rath's clit leaked drops of pre-cum. As if they were rewarded by the smothering pink light.

"Tee-hee I'm happy to hear you're both enjoying yourselves, but would you tell me something?"The voice paused for a moment waiting for the orcs to nod like excited pups before continuing, "What do you think of the Baron? Has he been a good host and would you stay here again?"

The pairs' eyes went wide as they both cheered, "Like totally!"

"He like… gave us all the super tasty food and was super nice to us." Grema made an exaggerated sigh before continuing, "Even doe we like attacked' em and stuff…"

"Yeah, he's like a super nice man, and he's got a super big cock!" giggled Rath.

"Oh yes," Grema licked her lips and drooled, "I wish he'd fuck me like that other orc…"

"Mmmmm, I bet he'd feel great inside me," moaned Rath.

"Uhhh, Rath… aren't ya like a guy… or maybe not?" asked Grema, getting confused as she looked at Rath's curvy body and almost non existent cock.

"I'm uuggghhh…" Rath's jaw hung slack and his brain started to short circuit. Difficult thoughts about gender identity were enough to turn his brain into mush within a couple of seconds. Though the voice quickly chimed in;

"Obviously Rath is a sissy girl! He's clearly not a man, he had a cute clitty and a fat ass, but most importantly he has a boi-pussy!"The voice's words soothed Rath's confusion, making everything clear.

"Like that makes perfect sense! Thanks a bunch, nice voice but…" Rath sighed, "I got a big green booty and like nutten to put in it."

"I'm like totally with you Rath," spat Grema, frustrated at her current position. "I'm super duper horny but no cocks are around. Do ya think the Baron will be into us?"

"Super no, on that one," he responded, wiggling his hips, "We might want his thick human cock like super bad, but like he is a high cla.. cassi… a big important guy! He won't settle for us." The pair of orcs both sighed in their confines, convinced their lustful daydreams of the baron would remain as such.

"I happen to know what kind of girls the baron likes,"said the voice, soft and bubbly.

"What?!" shouted both orcs.

"The Baron really likes slutty girls and I happen to know how Shelly caught his attention."

"Please like tell me," cried Rath

"Yeah, I really, really want to like know what he likes!" added Grema.

"With a little training!"answered the voice as two large dildos materialised upright on the floor. Both long pink fake cocks had a slight curve and reminded the orcs of Quent's cock."I think you both know what to do,"continued the voice as the pair's manacles clicked open and they got their first taste of freedom. Rath and Grema spared each other a knowing look. They both knew exactly what to do…

"I'm gonna stretch out my boi-pussy!" cheered Rath as he leaped forward, and squatted over the bright pink dildo. "Nygghhaa," drooled Rath as the tip began to stretch his hole wide open. His eyes fluttered as his jaw went slack, he'd never taken anything up his ass before, but now he wondered how he lived before. Anal penitration felt incredible and Rath happily sunk another few inches into his tight asshole.

"Hehe, don't start without me Rath," giggled Grema as she squatted beside Rath. Her drooling pussy pressing agaisnt the dildo's tip. "Mmmm, it's like a lot bigger than the cocks I've had…" she muttered pussy throbbing as she slowly took the tip into her cunt. Her hips slowly sank down as her face got sloppier. The orcish pair's expressions devolved into drooling ahegaos with each inch taken. Their mewled moans filled the room and echoed in the jail cell.

"Listen to my voice,"the voice whispered as the pair's eyes focused upon the pink ball. Empty eyes fixating on the soothing pink voice. Their bodies shivering with pleasure as their holes slowly accepted the dildos' length, but they kept focused on the voice. It was like the sun, showering the pair in a warm, tender embrace with each word. How could the pair resist such a loving voice?

"Listen to me and your thoughts, I shall be,"continued the voice.

Grema and to a lesser extent Rath wondering if that was right. Should their thoughts be tampered with? It was almost like a voice deep down was calling out to them, screaming at them not to listen to the light but… "Guuuggghhh!" cried both orcs as they came, unable to stop the flood of pleasure as they both squirted over the floor.

For Grema it was the hardest orgasm she ever felt and it was hard to tell if she had only felt one orgasm or several. Her pussy was squirting like crazy, raining on the prison floor and Rath was the same. His micro cock didn't get hard, but it still squirted, wagging like an excited dog's tail locked in its golden sheath. His little cock squirted tons of clear cum over the cold floor as the dildo pressed against his prostate. The addicting feeling of anal only orgasm making his mind blank as the voice repeated;

"Listen to me and your thoughts, I shall be!"

The powerful voice rang in the pairs' melted minds. They couldn't remember what or who they were thinking about. The pair just let the dildo sink deeper into their holes. Their minds became fuzzier and empty with each extra inch of cock taken. The pleasure of release and submission captivated them as much as the soft voice did.

"Good, nice and empty like an orc should be,"continued the voice."Now keep bouncing on those dildos as you repeat after me…"

Rath and Grema started bouncing their hips at the voice's command. Happily smashing their asses down on the dildo before quickly moving their hips back up again. Rath kept drooling and panting, he was barely hanging on. His prostate had never been teased this hard before. While Grema's cunt honey flowed like a waterfall, soaking the dildo and dripping down on the floor. Her new fat green cheeks clapped with every hip motion.

"I am a slutty orc slave…"

"I am a slutty orc slave," moaned Rath and Grema.

"I feel pleasure when I obey…"

"I feel pleasure when I obey," moaned the pair. Their moans became heavier as the dildo's scraped out their holes.

"I need to suck my master's cock…"

"I need to suck my master's cock," screamed the pair, excited at the idle thought of sucking dick.

"I need to take my master's cock in my needy holes…"

"I need to take my master's cock in my needy holes," they moaned.

"Without master's meat I don't feel whole…"

"Without masta's meat I don't feel whole…"

"Serving master with greater obedience is my only goal…"

"Serving master with greater obedience is my only goal…"

"Good pets, now cum!"

At the voices order both orcs' bodies trembled and shivered. Their nipples hardened as they both squirted again. Covering more of the floor in weak cum and cunt honey. Grema even noticed her hard nipples leaking milk as her orgasms melted her brain. While Rath's clit shook like an excited pups' tail, spraying his worthless cum as his prostate throbbed.

"Obedience is pleasure and serving master feels even better,"the light continued, it's pink rays growing stronger."Now keep your minds empty, orcs have no need to think, Just stare into me and don't blink."

Grema and Rath's eyes were rolled up into their heads. It felt like they'd never recover enough brain power to do anything, but at the voice's command they snapped to attention. Their pink eyes fixating on the bright light. It didn't hurt to look up at it's blinding radiance, and the pair drooled as it spoke…

"Your minds, bodies and souls belong to my lord. He is your thoughts and pleasure. Your desire and might, there is no longer a need to fight. So, bounce your hips all night and repeat after me…

The orc's drooled minds empty and bodies rushing with pleasure. Their stretched holes were screaming at them for moreand the second the voice allowed it they started bouncing. Slamming their hips down to the base of the dicks, greedily satisfying their burning need as they repeated,

"I am a slutty orc slave…"

"I am a slutty orc slave!"

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The pair had a completely sleepless night, their eyes completely transfixed on the orb as they stuffed their greedy holes. The pair should've been exhausted by the time morning came, but instead they felt re-energized. Rath and Grema felt better than ever, their new bodilychanges felt so natural, and they finally adjusted to the dildos' girth. Now both Orc's could take the entire length into their greedy holes, and as if to reward them, the tubes descended to a height low enough that the orcs could feast as they rode the fat fake cocks. It was heaven for them and they were content to continue eating, repeating and stretching their holes forever; until they were interrupted by their new favourite person.

"Hello pets, did you have a good night?" asked Quent

The pair of bimbofied orc's immediately looked over to the door, still eating their fill as they looked at the Baron walk in. He wasn't even trying to hide his shame anymore, he walked in naked, his scrawny body and thick knee-length cock on display, holding a pair of collars and attached leashes. The orcs loved it, finally getting to see their master after a full day of being deprived of him and he looked happy. "Did my pets enjoy their final night with me?"

The pair both spat out their tubes, but Grema spoke first asking, "Wait are you like getting rid of us?"

"Why you do that?" Added Rath, his voice high pitched as he mewled, "I thought you liked slutty orcs?"

"I do, and you two do look very slutty." responded Quent sitting on the stool. His tone was thick with sarcasm as he continued, "But I did say you were only my guests. You'd need to leave after a few days."

"Awww," cried Rath crawling to the Baron's feet beside Grema who had a small head start. The brain broken bimbo's new breasts dragged against the floor as she whined, "Pweease master, is there any way you'll let us stay?" Grema clung to the Baron's leg looking up with sad pink eyes.

"Hmmm, maybe there is…" muttered Quent, stroking his chin.

"Anything master," interjected Rath panting and drooling as he looked into Quent's smug eyes.

"I do have a job opening for a pair of maids, buuut," Quent held his chin up, acting coy as he continued, "I don't think a pair of such high class orcs would enjoy being my maids?"

"Like of course we would!" cheered Rath as he grabbed the lord's leg. Looking up at him with wide lustful eyes. Quent could see hearts forming in the sissy's pupils, his lips drooling as he panted like a pet.

"Yeah, what like Rath said! We'd totally love being your maids and stuff," giggled Grema, joining Rath. She grabbed the lords' free leg moaning, "We'll like do whatever you ask, just keep us, pleeeeeease!"

Quent placed his hands on the orc's heads, petting their long silky hair. "How could I refuse such determined applicants," chuckled Quent. "Now before we leave I'd like you to put on these new collars." Continuing Quent, he handed the pair a set of leather collars with gold filigree, both attached to leashes Quent was holding.

"Yes master, we obey!" answered the orcs with bubbly voices. They didn't think twice about putting on the collars and happily accepted their master's gift. It was only natural for them to be collared; they were pets after all.

"Now while I like the names Rath and Grema, they do seem a little orcish for a human lord's servants, don't you think?" asked Quent

"You're like totally right master! We like can't be your servants with such silly names," giggled Grema.

"Totally, but I can't think of anything," muttered Rath, turning to Grema who also had a confused look on her face.

"How about… Remy and Graci?" asked Quent with a smile on his face.

"I super love the name Remy!" Cheered Remy her clitty twitching in her golden cage as she giggled.

"And Graci is super pretty master! I should really let you decide everything for me," said Graci.

The pair were overjoyed with their new collars and names. Minds flooded with pure bliss as they giggled to themselves. Brains basically boiling in their own Dopamine, they couldn't believe how smart their master was and they couldn't wait to start serving him.

"Great, now follow along pets," ordered Quent as he left the cell and his orcs followed.

"Yes master, I obey," they responded as they walked behind him. Both nearly trembling with excitement as their master took them through other parts of the castle. And wouldn't you know it, they were even nicer than the dungeon.

Quent took the pair down the stairs and into the more fancifully decorated halls. The walls were no longer a bleak dark grey stone. Instead the rooms and hallways had sleek redwood floors, adorned with soft rugs that detailed a large red and orange chequered pattern or scenes of battle. The walls were mostly barren, but every few meters were these strange flameless lamps that seemed to glow without fire?

It confused Remy and Graci, but they couldn't stare for too long. Their master pulled them along though the incredible halls until they reached a room with large red wood double doors. On each one were two fanciful carvings one of a knight and the other of a raging dragon, with gleaming gems for eyes. Though they didn't get a chance to look at them for long. Quent threw open the doors and announced, "Welcome to my private chambers pets."

The richly decorated room was adorned with the golden flameless lamps the orcs had seen prior, yet across from the door was a lit fireplace. It filled the large room with a soothing heat, in front of the flame a large carpet detailing the marshes of Redlich. Displaying all manner of the famous green and red plants, strange creatures, and the numerous red wood trees that grew around the region. They were sewn into every corner of the tapestry and sheltered all the prior stitching.

On the other side was a large red wood desk, papers stacked up the side and overhanging the desk was a portrait of the duke himself standing beside a very strange woman with pink skin, Though the orcs didn't pay much mind to her as they were distracted by Shelly. She emerged from a door in the corner of the room, carrying a duster and dressed in a frilly french maid outfit. Complete with thigh high fishnets, black leather collar with golden trim and a skirt cut low enough to show off her white panties with each step.

"Masta I've dusted your room and I've cleaned the bathroom as you ordered… Ooooo, you two look super great!" cheered Shelly as she stepped over and embraced the two orcs.

"Are they like gonna stay, master?" she asked.

"You're correct Shelly, they'll be your sister maids. I hope you'll be a good mentor," responded Quent.

"Eeeee-yes!" cheered Shelly, moving over to the other two bimbos, embracing them as she continued, "We are gonna have so much fun serving the masta. He's super great at the thinkin stuff and the other girls are like super nice too!"

"I'm super excited to be masta's orc sissy bimboi," giggled Remy

"Yea, I can't wait to test out these massive milkers," moaned Graci, pressing her breasts against Shellys'. She originally had pretty impressive tits, but they were nothing compared to Graci's new size.

"I completely understand, fat orc titties are made to milk human cocks. I'm totally sure masta will love using them," giggled Shelly and Graci hoped she was right. Each breast was bigger than Shelly's head, but her master was a classy man and she knew he'd accept nothing less than a perfect titjob.

"Pets, you can continue later for now," Quent pointed at the chest at the foot of his bed, "You can get dressed and Shelly please finish cleaning the other rooms before you check on my wife."

"Yes masta, I obey," moaned Shelly, stepping out of the room. Her massive green breasts bouncing and cheeks clapping with each step.

"Now for you two, I'll give you your maid outfits soon, but first I'd like you both to change into what I've placed in the trunk over there," said Quent as he pointed to chest in the corner of the room.

"Yes master," cheered the orcs as their master un-hooked their leashes and let them loose. The pair ran over and knelt down at the foot of the chest, throwing the lid open to reveal its sparkling contents. Brand new outfits befitting of a Baron's pets, complete with golden piercings, thigh high fishnets and more. The pair quickly put on their new outfits with care, their piercings inserting quite easily and the clothing fitting their new bodies perfectly.

The difference between their two outfits was made mostly clear by bust and hip size, though they did need to swap leggings once. Though the piercings were easily fitted into the pairs nipples, each orc knew exactly how to help the other and after a few minutes they were both fitted with all manner of jewellery. From earrings to piercings adorned their ears, tusks, tits, fingers and wrists. Rath kept wearing his tight golden chastity cage, while Graci got a barbell clit piercing. It hurt for a moment but it felt so good obeying my master… Graci just forgot about the hurt and turned to face Quent as they finished changing.

"Perfect but I think one more detail is needed," said Quent, twirling a finger. The two orcs watched as it glowed bright pink for a moment then with a flash both orks got heart tattoos. A empty black heart with the word "slave" in the centre.

"Wowie master," giggled Remy, "These tattoos are super cute and the piercings feel great!"

"Like totally Remy, I love our new clothes," added Graci, licking her lips, "Can we thank you now, master?"

"Of course Graci, what did you have in mind," asked Quent.

"Well master your cock looks super tasty and all that walking must've like made ya sweaty n'stuff. So, why not let your orcess pet give ya a tongue bath," asked Graci?

"Me too!" added Remy, trembling with excitement. The new orc sissy literally drooled as he stared at his master's meat.

"Alright pets, show me what those thick orc lips can do," said Quent and his orcs got to work.

They both dove to their knees and crawled towards Quent's feet, panting like bitches in heat. Their lips slick with spit as they both grabbed the base of Quent's cock. Their fingers interlocked as they kissed Quent's thick tip, smearing their makeup over his pulsating tip.

"Mmmm master, you taste sooooo guuuuud," groaned Remy.

"Mmmmm, mu-much better than orc men,snoooort," grunted Graci before taking a big inhale of her master's manly scent. It was mind melting and Graci greedily breathed him in as she licked down his cock.

Remy saw this and copied licking down the other side of his master's meat, running his soft pink tongue along his pulsating meat. Just the feeling of running his tongue down his master's cock had Remy leaking and the same was true for Graci. Each lick of her master's wonderful human meat made her cunt gush. Pussy throbbing like it was her first time again, but her master was far larger than any orc.

"Mmmmph, master I've never tasted a cock soooo good," groaned Graci. Her eyes fluttered as she said, "Any orcess would go crazy for such a godly cock!"

"Such heavy nuts too," moaned Remy, lifting up Quent's heavy nuts. It took both his hands and filled his breaths with adoration as he drooled, "You could like… knock up a whole tribe master. I'm sure any orc including da men would totally love servicing this dick."

"Oh, do you think so," asked Quent? An impish smile on his face as he looked at his orcs.

"Like a total master! A cock this heroic demands the highest respect," added Graci before kissing Quent's cock head.

"Maybe I should tame your whole clan. Do you both think they'd enjoy being my new slaves?"

"Totally master," mewled both orcs, sparing only a second to answer before continuing their worship. Remy had worked his way down to Quent's heavy ball sack. Kissing and licking all along the circumference of his fist sized nuts. They looked out of place on a human and Remy wondered if his master was part horse with such a splendid pair of nuts, but remembered this is normal for human men.

Graci was coming to a similar realisation after taking the first six inches of her master's meat into her throat. It filled her with warm feelings of submissiveness as her tongue slurped and rotated around her master's swelled cock tip. His salty pre-cum tasted better than the sweetest mead and ignited her lust hotter than it ever burned. It was like her very soul was screaming at her to breed.

"Alright pets, kneel and present your leashes," commanded Quent and the orcs instantly had their heads on the ground. Both still wanted to serve desperately, but they couldn't disobey and order. They instantly pressed their heads to the floor and lifted their leashes over their heads. Holding them up for their master who reached down and grabbed both.

"Now follow pets," said Quent. He didn't need to pull his orcs along; they immediately followed behind him panting like bitches in heat as Quent threw open the double doors to his bedroom. A small room compared to the office, its walls were plain and the only real furniture was a large king sized bed pressed against the back wall.

Quent dropped the pair's leashes at the side of the bed as he pulled back two of the curtains, tying them at the wooden bed posts before looking down at his pets. Remy and Graci had already assumed a begging position. Squating and showing off their crotched as they looked up at Quent with big needy eyes.

"I think Remy deserves to be first. The sissy hasn't had a real man's dick yet and deserves to be broken in," said Quent lying down on the bed. He placed his hands behind his head as he laid back on one of the pillows. His thick dick hard as rock and throbbing in full view of the orcs. They wanted to suck him off so badly, but they dared not defy their master.

"Now hop on my cock sissy. I wanna see if you know how to use those muscles," siad Quent.

"Yes master," drooled Remy, climbing onto the bed. His eyes were heavy with lust and didn't waste another second gawking. He planted his heels beside Quent's thighs and squatted down on Quent's cock, hotdogging his hard human meat between his fat green cheeks. Remy looked back and he could see his master's huge dick poking out from between his ass.

"I hope my fat orc cheeks please you," moaned Remy.

"They do, now hop on my cock I can tell you want it," teased Quent.

Remy lifted up his hips and pressed Quent's thick dick into his tight asshole. Remy had never taken a real cock before and it should've hurt taking such a large insertion, but…

"Dis feels soooo guuuud," groaned Remy, sinking his hips down to the base of Quent's dick. He wasn;t about to take things slow, not when every inch felt better than the last. Remy felt his prostate throb and swell as each inch of dick buried its way into his tight hole. He could feel his master's mighty tip scrap against the underside of his abs and there was no feeling better.

"Does my cock feel good, pet," asked Quent. He saw his cock instantly disappear in his orc pet's cheeks like he was made for it. There wasn't an ounce of resistance, just tight and sloppy insides that squeezed his cock perfectly.

"Sooo guuud," groaned Remy bringing up his hips, continuing, "It's like the best sex I've ever had! I donno why I ever liked girls, human cock's the fuckin beeeest!" Remy started slamming his hips against Quent. The sound of wet slapping filling the room as Remy moved like a berserker. His muscles flexing and his body sweating as his asshole was impaled by a cock as thick as his forearm.

"Can I like join too master," muttered Graci, approaching the bed. She never wanted anything more than the dick currently breaking Remy's buttocks. The sweet wet slapping and the sound of her master's grunts enchanted her. Making Graci obsessed with every twitch and pulsate of his massive human meat.

"Mmph, not yet my greedy little orcess," grunted Quent, turning his gaze from Remy's frenzied twerking to her. Graci froze in place, her pussy throbbing as she locked eyes with her master. She was shivering with anticipation and had a needy, almost desperate look in her eyes, but Quent wasn't about to spoil his pets.

"It's this sissy's turn to have his fill…" he continued.

"Yeeessssh massster ruin myt dumb sissy hole!" Interjected Remy.

"What a good sissy, you're already so…"

"I'm gonna go craaaazzyy!" screamed Remy, tongue falling out of his mouth as his clitty throbbed. "Yuh-your cocks sooooo guuuud, muh… my pussy is gonna cuum!"

"Already breaking that's to be…"

"Ahhgggg, fuuuccckks meeeh…Ahhhgg!" whined Remy as Quent's hand collided with his ass. Causing his fat ass cheeks to ripple as he struck him.

"Why don't you sing a tune for me while you ride me, pet," ordered Quent with a stern voice. He reached out and grabbed Remy's hips, his hands sinking into Remy's soft green flesh. "I'm getting a bit tired of your constant mewling," he continued. Quent had never delt with such a sloppy sissy, but more than that he wanted to see if his orders could bring his pet back from the brink.

"Nyygghuu, yeeesh master," moaned Remy. His master order's ringing in her ear, edging her to obey even though her brain was steaming at the order. He didn't know any tunes and he could barely breathe with his master's mighty meat pressing against his prostate. So Remmy just said what came naturally…

"I am Rath the dumb sissy girl!"

"And I love my master's cock more than anything in the world!"

"I'll bounce on his dick all day and all night!"

"Until my hips give out I'll serve my master right!"

Remy cheered each line like it was his new gospel, speaking each word with a giggling fervour. His hips bounced up and down on his master's cock with each line and it didn't stop at one verse. Remy repeated each word with a bubbly hint;

"I am Rath the dumb sissy girl!"

"And I love my master's cock more than anything in the world!"

"I'll bounce on his dick all day and all night!"

"Until my hips give out I'll serve my master riiiiight!"

Remy's clit leaked like crazy and Graci stood in awe of her fellow orc's devotion to her master's meat. His little caged clit flopping around, spraying weak drops of cum over the bed. It was clear to Graci who the real men were, but she didn't dare interrupt. Master told her to wait her turn and that's what she did, but she couldn't resist rubbing her drooling pussy. Her brain turned to thoughts of being used by her master as the wet slapping of flesh filled her ears.

"That's it sissy, keep milking your master's meat," ordered Quent, letting go of Remy's hips. He quickly slapped both his thick greed fuck pillows before pounding Remy from bellow. His thrust kept in sync with Remy's frenzied hip movements.

"Maaaaasshhtteerr, Its feels-su… so gguuuud," screamed Remy.

Quent's pounding intensified at Remy's sloppy mewling and Remy's hips gave out almost instantly. The little sissy couldn't handle the hard prostate pounding much longer. His body, unaccustomed to taking a thick human dick couldn't keep going. His swollen prostate sent too many shock waves of pleasure up to his brain, bursting his brain cells like a circuit getting overloaded. Remy's hips sank to the base on Quent's dick and his body went limp.

"Come on bitch boy!" cheered Graci, fingering her dripping pink pussy and pinching her clit. Graci never knew it, but she loved seeing orc boys get annally destroyed. The way Remy's hips milked her master and the way the bitch boi moaned was an enchanting watch, but Remy's was selfishly passing out mid fuck, and Graci couldn't stay quiet at such a pathetic display

"You're like super pathetic, sissy. If ya can't move your like, hips then you can at least stay tight," giggled Graci, cunt dripping juices down her inner thigh as she continued, "Like isn't that right, master?"

"That's right slave and I expect, Grrrha," grunted Quent slamming his hips to the base in Remy's boi-pussy. "You to start moving slave!"

"Yuh-yeeesssh maahhtterrr I-Ishh obbbeeeey!" screamed Remy, his clit twitching, but not cum leaked from his cage. He was completely out of pathetic orc spunk, but lucky for Remy tha didn't stop his body from boiling his brain with multiple dry anal only orgasms. His bubbly voice became a chaotic string of mewls as he ground his hips on Quent's pulsating fat dick. He was desperate to milk his master, his movements edged on by his fellow slave's teasing and a deep need to obey his master's orders.

"That's better sissy, now enjoy your master's load!" Shouted Quent as he shot a thick load into Remy's ass causing his cock bulged belly to bloat slightly before Quent pulled out of his gaping asshole. Remy twitched and moaned for a few moments before going limp in his master's arms.

"What a silly little pet," commented Quent as he lifted Remy off his body and gently laid him on the side of the bed. The sissy was too exhausted to do anything other than let out weak moans. His eyes fluttered as he passed out in his master's arms.

"Muh-master, is it like muy tuuuurn," grunted Graci. She fell to her knees, eyes rolling up into her head as she squirted over the floor. Her mind was overloaded with the pleasure gained from being in her master's presence. She couldn't imagine a more perfect man to serve and struggled to stay awake simply to obey his orders.

"Hmmm, alright pet you may have a turn. Though I would like you to clean me up again, your fellow slave has left my cock filthy.

"Mmmm, yes master I obey," cheered Graci as she crawled to her master's feet. Her eyes fixated on Quent's cum covered cock

"Now please master, pound my slutty little holes! It's what I was born for," moaned Graci. She quickly moved onto her back, her thick nipples hardening and tits jiggling as she looked back at her master's spit slicked pulsating dick. She could feel her cunt shudder with anticipation.

"Remind me again Graci, what are you?" asked Quent as he knelt behind her. Slapping both her perfect green ass cheeks.

"I'm your slave master!" cheered Graci, through spit slicked lips. There was drool dripping down her chin as she continued, "I exist to serve you and your thick cock."

Quent stepped forward and slapped his cock against Graci's puffy pink pussy. Grinding his rock hard meat against her folds as he continued, "And how badly do you want it?"

"I want it super bad master," moaned Graci, her pussy throbbing at her Master's light touch. She'd never experienced such a need for cock before and it was maddening. She felt like her brain was about to melt in her skull. Her puffy pierced nipples twitched as she panted, "I need your thick dick to breed me like a dumb brood-mother. Please I'm going to guh-go crazy if you make me wait any longer!"

"Good girl," spat Quent sinking his tip into Graci's cunt. Her pink folds spread open and happily accepted every inch of her master's dick.

"Nyygghhaa, fuck me master," cried Graci. One hand fell off her thigh and grasped the bed in an attempt to brace herself. Then as Quent sunk his shaft inside her he grabbed her thigh, keeping Graci's legs spread as his hips slammed against hers'.

"I wanna feel you fill me with half-orcs," she groaned through spit slicked lips. Quent was turning her pussy to mush, pumping her hips like a feral animal. He was churning up parts of her pussy that that had never been reached by any other orc let alone a man.

"Mmm, you got a lot tighter the deeper I thrusted," said Quent pulling his cock back slowly.

"Nyyggh-uh… yes master," groaned Graci, drool dripping down her chin as a micro orgasm rocked her mind. "Yuh-you're like super big… so much bigger than any other orcs I've like fucked, nyyggghhaaa!" Graci's jaw hung open as Quent sunk his cock back inside her pussy. She instantly squirted coating Quent's crotch in sticky cunt honey.

"What a poor orcess, no men large enough to satisfy your needs. Don't worry, keep being obedient and I'll give you all the… Nyggh, cock you want," grunted Quent, rutting his cock inside Graci's sloppy pussy. His cock was practically drowning in juices as he pumped her.

"Ahhhggn, muh-master is super nice," moaned Graci. She struggled to suck air back into her lungs as Quent's cock tip pressed against her g-spot. He literially fucked the air out of her lungs as she mewled, "Puh-please don;t hold back, dump as mah-many loads as ya want! I wanna spit out a whole clan of orclings for your use!"

"What a dirty little slave!" Quent's hip motions got faster, his breathing heavier with each thrust. "Do you want all your kids to be human cumpdumpsters?" asked Quent.

"Yeeeeesh toh-totally," wheezed Graci, spitting drool over her breasts as she declared, "Their is like no better feeling dan being your cumdumpster and I wants like all muh kids to knows dat!"

"Good pet, then there's no time to WASTE!" Quent squeezed Graci's thigh and ground his cock against her womb entrance.

"Ahhhnnggg, Isssh fuulls muh wooom-b uuuppss," screamed Graci, her eyes going crossed as Quent dumped his thick human load inside her. She could feel her belly bloat with his thick nut and the leftovers spilled out the sides of her pussy. Each rope he busted inside her made Gracie cunt throb and squirt, tightening around Quent's meat as he finished cuming.

"Mmph, not bad Graci, you might be the tightest orc I've fucked," spat Quent. He quickly pulled out his meat, causing his load to spill from Graci's pussy lips for a moment, but Graci tightened quickly. It was like her pussy didn't wanna spill another drop, a primal response to being filled. "Mmmm, thankies master," groaned Graci, "You came so much inside me… I'm like super guaranteed to get pregnant now!"

"And the best part is I'm not finished," said Quent, grabbing on Graci's breast chain. He pulled on her sensitive nipples causing her to moan as he ordered, "Now bend over and spread those fat green fuckpillows."

"Ohh-mmmnmm, yu-yes master," she groaned, flipping onto her back. The chain dropped out of Quent's hands as she flipped over, her massive tits pressing against the bed. Graci lifted her ass up and reached back, her finger's sinking into her soft butt as she spread her cheeks and showed off her taint. A perfect puffy green asshole a shade darker than her skin and just below it her stuffed pussy, drooling a mixture of her juices and Quent's cum.

"Have you ever had anything up your arse slave," asked Quent. Grabbing her right ass cheek with one hand and inserting his middle two fingers into her green hole. Graci's tight asshole easily accepted his fingers as Quent continued, "Because you feel well trained."

"Mmmph-I… I've never had anything up my butt before master but…"

"Yes Graci, you can tell me," said Quent.

"Well mmmm, when you were pounding Remy I was constantly thinking about your cock up my butt. Is that silly master?" asked Graci, looking back with big pink eyes. She had all these new ideas and Graci knew she was too stupid to think for herself, but her master could. He'd set all of her silly ideas straight, so Graci waited for his response breathing heavily.

"Of course it's perfectly normal, pet," said Quent, "Every hole on your body exists to take your master's seed."

"That's amazing, master! I like thought, I was weird for some reason."

"It's okay Graci, that's why I'm here," responded Quent. He removed his fingers and rubbed his meat between Graci's cheeks. "Just let your master do the thinking for you."

"Thank you for setting me straight, master! You're waaaaay better at thinkin then I am," giggled Graci. She moved her cheek up and down Quent's cock, "Just let me take care of the milken."

"I think you can handle that much," teased Quent as he prodded Graci's anal entrance. Their was a moment Graci's anal entrance tried to push back agaisnt the fat sex juiced slick insertion, but quickly she stretched to accommodate. Her puffy orc asshole opening up and greedily accepting Quent's throbbing tip.

"Nyygghhhaaa, deeper puh-pleeease," grunted Graci, her body shivering with each inch inserted. No wonder Remy went so crazy. "Anal feels super goooood," cried Graci slamming her hips back against Quent's cock. Her tight asshole's contors squeezing Quent from tip to base, stimulating every last inch with her butt muscles.

"Mmm, not bad bitch," moaned Quent, slapping Graci on the ass. "Though you could stand to move faster."

Ahhnnngg, yush masshteer," grunted Graci, tongue falling out of her mouth. Her brain melted into a lust filled soup during the last orgasm. Graci felt like she was functioning on pure instinct right now and all her body wanted was dick. The all consuming feeling was the only thing guiding her beyond her master's commands.

Within a second Graci was moving back and forth, slamming her hips down on Quent's dick before pulling forward. Her anal entrence clung to Quent's cock with each anal movement, trying ot suck him back inside even as Graci pulled him out. The feeling was addicting and drove Graci to move her hips like a madwoman. She finally understood what it was like to be an animal in heat, mating like it was the only thing that mattered.

"Come on bitch move those hips faster," ordered Quent, bringing his hand down on Graci's other cheek.

"Nyaaagguuu," she screamed, "I… I… I obeeeeey," she drooled!

"Much better," spat Quent.

The sound of sweaty flesh slapping filled the room as Quent continued abusing Graci's backside. With each hip movement he slapped another cheek until they were shining red. Yet, Graci loved it, a constant reminder to keep moving, to put her muscled orc body to something useful, milking her master's dick. Her tightness increased with each hit and the second she felt the first bead of pre-cum she squirted.

"Nyyaaaasssh," she spat coating the edge of the bed in her sticky cunt honey. Her movements paused for a moment as her body shuddered. Graci clenched her teeth and tightened her grip on the sheets, trying not to pass out from sheer pleasure.

"Giving up so soon Graci," asked Quent.

"Nuh-noooo," she sputtered, moving her hips once more. Her anal interior tightening again as she cheered, "I gotta milk massa's dick, taking loads is the reason I exist!"

"I don't know Graci, have you earned another load?" asked Quent.

"I huh-have, I need your thick human cum! Draining it is all I'm like good for," she cried.

"Hmmm, then tell me what you are again," teased Quent. His cock was on the verge of bursting. Thick ropes of his pre-cum were filling Graci's asshole and he wasn't sure how much longer he could wait. Graci looked like she was about to faint, but within half a minute she groaned, her brain switching back on.

"I'm a guuuud, cumdumpster!" cried Graci, "I'm a dumb orcess who wants cuuuum!"

"Good pet, enjoy your liquid reward," he grunted.

Graci's eyes crossed as she felt her master's thick seed flood into her insides. Coating her lower intestine to match her pussy, she could feel his warm nut sludge filling her to the brim. Graci's eyes twitched as her tongue fell out of her mouth, her body going limp and falling to the side. Quent had fucked the energy out of her, reducing Graci to a trembling mess.

"Not a bad job," said Quent, his cock flopping out of Graci's asshole as she slumped to the side. "Though there is still room for improvement for you both, but don't worry I'll take care of your advanced training personally."

"Thu-thanks mas…" Graci passed out mid sentence, both her holes squirting out a river of cum that leaked down her ass and the side of her legs. Quent chuckled to himself, butrealizedhis bed was too full with sloppy orc sluts and there was no room for him to rest. He could wake his slaves and force them to move, but that'd be unbecoming and besides they deserved a rest because the most extreme training was yet to come.

Quent relaxed by the fire for a moment, thinking of the possibilities available to him now that he had both Remy and Graci in his thrall. Even if they could be reverted their minds would remain completely devoted to him now that they were addicted to his cock. Quent spared the pair a look, both were cream filled and lounging on his bed. The sound of soft mewls and moans could be heard every so often as the pair dreamed.

Quent wondered what his bimbofied pets might dream about. Did their old selves poke though the pink haze that consumed their minds or were they dreams of devotion, giving the orcs all kinds of sexual and submissive ideas. Though he wouldn't have much time to think as Shelly returned. Throwing open the door and cheering, "Master, master, I've finished cleaning and have a super important message!"

"Yes Shelly," Quent answered, not turning from the fire.

"Your wife has requested to see you in the labs," she answered.

"Ahhh, she is awake now. Thank you Shelly and please make sure the room is cleaned and these two are correctly dressed before I return."

"Okie-dokie master," giggled Shelly, skipping into the room with a big smile on her face.

"May I clean the room the fun way?" she asked.

"You may," responded Quent as he walked towards the door. Sparing a few seconds to watch Shelly drop to her knees and start lapping up cum like a hungry puppy. Her bright pink eyes glowing with excitement as she happily scraped globs of spilt cum into her maw. Her ass up in the air, shaking as she slurped.

Quent smiled and walked down the halls, wondering if he could refine the conditioning and transformation processes further. The food was just a chemical mixture of two extracts from local plants and a high dose of oestrogen. If he needed to industrial produce the "food" he could easily and renovating other cells wouldn't be much trouble. Though the food only made their minds malleable, the real cause of the mind changes was Quent's wife, Rezu.

"Honey, I heard you were awake," Quent entered his labs over the cell area and was greeted by a dank stone room full of chemical storage tanks and work tables, but hanging over a sealed hatch in the centre of the room was the orb, shining pink just as it was in the orc's cell.

"Oooooooh, you want to fondle your wife's tits and dump a dozen loads inside her…"

A voice spoke directly into Quent's mind and a smile grew across the Baron's face. "Honey you know that doesn't work on me," chuckled Quent as he walked towards the orb and with a quick twist opened up the top. The internal contents of the orb dulled its glow, but still kept its spherical form as he continued, "And besides you don't need to brainwash me to make me do that."

"I know buuuuuut… "

The voice continued as the glowing pink orb jetted in an arc from its glass container and onto the floor. It undulated like slime before its entire contents were in a puddle on the floor. Then in an instant the pink puddle grew into an athletic female form, complete with slender thighs, tight hips, tits and a pointed face and glowing bright pink eyes. Its version of hair was dozens of long pink tendrils that reached its lower back and from the edges of the slime girl's form a dull pink glow emanated still as she faced her husband.

"I've gotten a little taste for brainwashing just like my hubby." Rezu walked up to her husband, her telepathic words ringing in her mind as she rubbed his cheek. "All these dumb little orcs wrapped around your finger, what will you do now that you've got all these needy pets?" She continued rubbing her husband's cheek. Her slime hands were soft and squishy, yet firm enough to caress his cheek without losing cohesion.

Quent grabbed her slime cheeks and lifted her off the ground. He leaned forward and kissed her slimy lips, feeling her slime enter his mouth as her body jubilated with pleasure. He could feel her slime wrapped around and tease his tongue, stimulating him as her legs clamped around his hips. Quent wrapped his hands around her, kissing her deeply, but suddenly broke off the kiss.

"Mmmm, I'll probably do what I've always done, keep experimenting and only pausing to have a bit of fun," he responded. Rezu's slime dripped from his lips as he continued, "But as always dear, you'll come first. The staff are just our toys after all."

"Such a naughty human… Soooo horny, he's fucked two orcs senseless and now he wants a slime too," she moaned. Rezu's lips curved into a smile as her long slimy pink tongue dropped out of her mouth. "I made the right choice embracing you in the swamps…"

"And I you… When I realised you weren't trying to eat me. That was a fun afternoon," responded Quent. His hard cock smacked against her cheeks as his hands sunk into her soft slimy pink membrane. Though his melancholy look became mischievous as he asked, "I know there aren' many glow slimes in the swamp, but do you know about how many there are?"

"Hmmmm, it's been a while since I pondered our numbers… We have to live deep in the swamp due to the orcs… But I'd say at least four… no five hundred glow slimes at least," whispered Rezu. "Especially now that the clans are protected in your swamp lands, but please…" Her long tongue licked along her husband's cheek as if to say "stop talking about local populations and fuck me". Quent could feel his wife tremble with desire, but he wasn't finished.

"Don't worry dear," moaned Quent, slowly sinking his tip inside her asshole. "I'll make sure to pump you until you've changed from pink to white…"

"Yeessssshhh…" cheered Rezu.

"But before we continue…" Quent paused, he knew his wife was desperate. Which only made the teasing more fun as he asked, "Do you think they'd be willing to help me with a little project," asked Quent.

"Mmmmm, I don't see why not especially with my recommendation…" said Rezu, "Whhhhhy does my little schemer have a fun new idea? If yes tell me later, I want you NOW!"

"Only a little one," responded Quent, sinking his cock deeper, "But first I want to fuck my wife's brains out…"