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For Ka'jirr, Skyrim was a land of opportunity. There were many people here that did not share the preconceptions that the people of the Heartland of the Empire did; he could come and go, and more than half of the people didn't try and chase him out of the cities. Oh, sure, there were some, but they were far less numerous than the southern lands. With the cities opened to him as well as the roads, the Khajiit was able to meet with many more traders than he'd ever had access to before, and more ladies as well.

Ka'jirr, after all, did have quite the fascination with the women of Skyrim, indeed, of all of Tamriel. The way they talked and the way they walked enchanted him better than anything a mage could ever dream up, and he always loved to charm them right back. Nord, Argonian, Redguard, and all of the Mer; if it had breasts and a pussy, the feline was all over them, and they were all over him after he poured on the charm.

Of all the different races that spanned the continent and the Empire, there was only one type of woman that he hadn't been with, and those were the Orc women. Ka'jirr had heard that they were tougher, stronger, and harder to charm than any of the other ladies, but that only added to the challenge for him. The only problem was finding one that wasn't already attached to a husband. After all, more of the orcs in the strongholds tended to stay away from outsiders, and those that didn't were already married to someone. Though he occasionally caught sight of one in a bath when they needed to use one of the rivers for that, it wasn't a very long view, and certainly not long enough to enjoy himself the way he wanted.

Gradually, he began to obsess over the green skinned, tusked beauties. He still worked his wiles with the other ladies of the other races, but none had the allure for him that the females of Orsinium did. They were just out of reach, and it had his dick throbbing in his pants every time he thought about getting into bed with one of them.

So when he heard that there was an orc smith in Markarth that both didn't have a husband and lived by herself, he considered her a perfect opportunity, and off he ran towards the great stone city of the Reach.

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The stones of Markarth echoed with the sounds of water rushing down falls and the ringing of metal on steel, and from the moment he stepped through the gates Ka'jirr had to resist pressing his hands to his ears. They flicked back and forth, and it was only through a conscious effort that he managed to keep them from pressing flat in an attempt to block out the noise. After all the work he'd put into his fur to keep it looking good, there was no way that he was going to let a little sound make him muss it up again.

He walked past someone that was squatting down behind one of the carts, shaking his head at the amateur sneak. Was that really all people knew how to do if they wanted to avoid being seen? What happened to the old style of getting around in the shadows, of walking like you blended in with the crowd? Really squatting down didn't make one all that hard to see.

Still shaking his head, Ka'jirr approached one of the guards, tapping him on the shoulder. "Pardon me, sir," he said. "This one is looking for a smith. I heard that there is a good one in the city, and - "

"Follow the waterfall up the side of the city," the guard said, pointing his hand behind him. "Stay to the right of the water, and go up the city. You'll find her before long. Just don't bother her for more than a few minutes; she's got a lot of work to do, and she won't want to spend a lot of time talking to a cat when she could be doing her job." The guard shouldered him out of the way and walked on, muttering just quiet enough for Ka'jirr to not be able to understand him.

Not that he needed to. After all, there were the orc lady to find, and if the guard was going to be unpleasant, at least he was going to be unpleasant away from him and his conquest to be.

Hurrying along and ignoring a loud scream from the square behind him, he made his way along the stone paths through the city.

Even though he was eager to see just what this orc lady looked like, he couldn't help but admire the city. It was literally carved out of the valley, the buildings made of solid stone from the base to the roof. If he had to judge, he'd say that they didn't have a single seem to them except where the doors were added, the only piece of wood on them that he could see.

More than that, they weren't the rude and crude sort of buildings that one would expect. They were carefully made, almost as if they were made as some sort of art form. Hell, perhaps they were; they went beyond the purely functional and were actually rather pleasing to look at. It was like looking at stone gardens, where the plants were buildings and the petals were the carvings into the stone itself.

Of course, there was only so long that he could interest himself in stonework, and his cock called for him to get on with it, to find that orc woman so he could claim her pussy and say that he had gotten in bed with every race that walked the land. More than that, he wanted to know what it was like to stick it in one of those beastly ladies. Oh, they were more humanoid than the Argonians and his own race, but they were also so very barbaric and brutish, almost full animals in mind. To him, that sounded like one hell of a rutting for him, and he could already feel himself starting to harden from the mere thought of seducing the smith ahead.

Patting his crotch subtly and adjusting himself so he didn't look like too much of a pervert approaching the smith, Ka'jirr looked back the way he came. Some people were coming down out of the guard tower looking over the city, and others were coming out of the mine to head to their dormitories. A couple of guards followed them, and a couple were coming down from the top of the falls, as well. However, they all seemed to avoid the waterwheel and covered spot next to the waterfall and river through the city. Judging by the smoke coming out of the roof, the smith was probably hard at work right that moment.

Giving the fur on his head a little pull back, a little last minute touch up on it to make sure that the ringing and pounding and crashing sounds in the air hadn't made him lose control of his ears and ruined it, and giving his tail a little smoothing, he grinned and walked into the forge.

He almost immediately ran into an Imperial, and he grunted a little bit. He might have been able to deal with another woman in the forge, but the Imperial was a man. He didn't want a man. He wanted the orc, and this man could make things more complicated. Before the Imperial could speak up, he grabbed him by the hand and pushed a few coins into it. "Five minutes, please," he said in a hushed whisper, flicking his eyes over to the orc to make his point. "Okay?"

The Imperial hesitated before nodding. "I just remembered a shipment, Ghorza," he said, looking over at the smith for a moment. "I'll just run down and get it." He was off like a shot, almost falling into the fast-running water before he caught his balance again.

"Hey, wait!" The orc pulled herself from her work and hurried to the smooth stoned side of her forge, leaning out the 'window' and shouting for the Imperial. "What shipment? What the hell are you doing, you incompetent pile of - "

"He seems rather busy." Ka'jiir smiled as she turned to him. "However, if you need some help, I am sure that I can offer something." He cleared his throat and bowed. "I am Ka'jirr. May I ask - "

"Unless you're here to buy something, get out." The orc shook her head. "Jarl's got me doing enough work without you adding dealing with annoying travelers to the list."

As the orc started hammering out some more metal, Ka'jirr found himself a little at a loss. Prudishness, snootiness, and other attitudes he was used to in regards to his own kind, and he could get around that if he was given a chance to prove himself. However, this casual disregard for anyone not here to buy anything was a little bit more difficult, particularly when he was not exactly swimming in coin.

Well, if it was what it took to get her talking, he had a little. He just hoped he didn't have to spend it all. Reaching into his pouch and pulling out a handful of coins, he asked, "So, what do you have to sell?" he asked.

"Pretty much any sort of weapons and armor you can think of, if you've got the coin for it." She didn't even look up from her forge, her thick arms pounding shape into a glowing piece of metal. She faced from him, which Ka'jirr was grateful for because of several reasons. First, it meant that she didn't see him staring at her, and second, it offered him quite a view of her backside.

Despite himself, he couldn't help staring at it a little bit, imagining what it would be like without the blacksmith leathers and dress covering her. Even through the layers of clothes he could tell that it was a full rump for a full lady, and he just bet that it had quite a tight hole between the cheeks. Restraining himself from reaching out and copping a feel took more willpower than he thought, but he managed it.

"Hello? Are you even listening to me?"

The Khajiit shook his head, knocking the fantasies away for the moment. Oblivion below, but he needed to calm down. She was getting him all riled up, and all he was doing was looking at her. "Sorry, fair lady. I have many things on my mind." Specifically many things that he would like to do to her. "Do you happen to have anything particularly thick but not very sharp?"

She shrugged a little bit as her hammer continued to fall. Her arms flexed, showing off the thick muscles that had built up over all the time he assumed she worked on the forge. She didn't seem bothered by the large bust she carried, either; the hammer fell hard and sure with each stroke, despite the fact that her figure was voluptuous to say the least, her breasts pushing out a little to the side as well as to the front. And her hips, so broad, so curvy, so perfect for a handhold while he pounded himself into her.

His fingers twitched a little bit towards her again, but this time it was her that slapped them away rather than him pulling them back. "You're not listening to a word I'm saying, are you?" the orc smith said with a glare at him, her tusks protruding from her frowning lips. She put down the hammer and put her hands on her hips. "You're not here for a weapon, and I'm not here to talk. What the hell do you want so I can get you on your way and out of my forge?"

"Why, ma'am, I'm shocked that you - "

WHAM! Ka'jirr grunted as he stumbled back a few steps, rubbing his cheek as the orc lowered her arm back to her side after delivering a rather hard punch."Stop lying, stupid cat. You're not here for my weapons. Stop pestering me and either tell the truth, or get the hell out of here. Ghorza doesn't have time for people not here for weapons."

A part of him told him that it would be a good time to walk away, that this sort of roughness wasn't worth getting into anyone's pants, but his dick was telling him something else. It was telling him that any woman that was this persistent in trying to get him to go away was going to be a hell of a good lay, and he needed to get her somewhere where her clothes would come off and it could get into her. Considering how long he had been chasing an orc to bed, and how unlikely it was that he'd find another unmarried one anytime soon, he pushed on. Still rubbing his cheek, he tried another tack. "Well, I do want something. Just not a weapon."

"Then get the hell out of here. Weapons and armor are the only things I'm selling, and if you're not buying - "

"I want you."

It was some small satisfaction that the orc shut up on the spot, struck speechless by what he had requested. She just stared at him, and he couldn't help but grin at her. Well, at least he had her attention. Lifting his hand, he held out about thirty coins. "I'll pay you for some time with you. You don't like me, I don't like you, but this is business, and I'm offering you something to let me do something. Do you think you could at least think about that?"

She stared at him and then at the gold in his hand. After a moment she took a step forward, then another. Soon she was standing right in front of him, and though it was probably unconscious, she was allowing him a good look down her top, and he was enjoying the view a hell of a lot. Those huge globes were sweaty from the heat of the forge, and they glistened softly in the sunlight. Each time she breathed, they lifted up a little bit, and then they fell when she exhaled. Divines, but she was desirable; he could feel himself throbbing in rhythm to her own movements.

That stopped when she slapped his hands, sending the money flying out of his grip, through the opening in the walls around the forge, and into the river below. Before he could so much as reach out for them, they were carried out of reach and out of sight, lost to him.

Normally, that wouldn't have been a bad thing; he could earn it back. But lately, his obsession had led him to ignore his normal trading in favor of searching out pussy, and he had very little coin to work with anymore. Those thirty gold pieces were far more valuable to him than they would have been even a month ago, and that orc had knocked them away without the slightest bit of hesitation on the matter.

Ignoring her angry words, he turned and grabbed her by the shoulder. "You ungrateful beast!" he hissed her, baring his fangs. "I offered you good coin! And you just throw it in the river, not even letting me have it back?! You...you..." He growled, infuriated beyond measure. He had a good mind to try and bend her over and take her right here; after dismissing him, hitting him, and then throwing away what money he had, he needed to get something out of this.

The orc, however, wasn't fazed by his teeth or his grip in the least. She didn't look scared like some of the other races might have been. Instead, she looked angry. She didn't pull at his grip, didn't say a thing. Instead, she just slammed her head forward, butting him right in the muzzle hard enough to make him lose his grip.

Even as he fell back a step, however, she continued her assault. Grabbing a hammer, she brought it down on his arms again and again, each blow threatening to break his bones. He could already feel them on the verge, and his libido was finally dying enough to let him see that he had made a mistake. There was no way that he could match her strength, and the guards were guaranteed to be on her side rather than his. It seemed there was only one way out of this, and that was to run like hell.

However, just as he turned to run, she threw her hammer at his head. He had no chance to dodge, and without a helmet, there was no way for him to take the blow. The flat, heated head of the hammer slammed into the back of his head, the blow sending him flying forward a few feet before collapsing down onto the cobblestone streets. His eyes were covered in black and red, the latter coming from the blood flowing out of his head. Barely able to move his head, he turned to see her walking over to him, her sandaled feet roughly at eye level with his head. "Prick," he heard her mutter as his eyes slowly closed.

Was this his end, Ka'jirr thought as consciousness started to fade. Had he finally pushed his luck a little too far? He had gone a little nuts, but surely he hadn't done...anything...too...over the...over...

What...what was he...thinking? It...so hard to think...So easy to just...just...

Sleep...

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When he woke up, he was more than a little surprised. With blood coming down his eyes when he had fallen unconscious and his head hurting the way that it had, he wasn't entirely certain that he would be waking up again. And more than that, his arms weren't hurting anymore. In fact, he almost felt better than he had before coming to Markarth. Had some priest of the Divines rescued him and healed him? Hopefully they jailed that crazy smith, too; maybe he'd insulted her, but did that mean she could really attack him with that hammer again and again, almost killing him? He didn't think so.

But where was he? That was something he was curious about. Even if he was healed by one of the temple priests, he figured that he probably had some explaining to do, and it might be best to get out of town. Being healed and in the Divines temple was probably the best outcome that he could hope for, and he didn't want to think about how much worse things could be if he was wrong.

He opened his eyes to check out where he was.

Or at least, he tried. When he opened them, he was greeted with just as much darkness as there had been when his eyes were closed. So he closed his eyes and opened them again, invoking his species gift of seeing well at night, thinking that maybe it was just too dark for him to see normally.

That wasn't the case. However, he was able to see well enough now to see that he was covered with a blindfold, unable to see past a dark leather cloth that was pressed tight over his eyes. Now a little worried, he started to reach up to remove the blindfold, only to find that his hands were tied down to whatever he was laying on. Two other tugs confirmed that his legs were held down as well, and when he tried to move his head, he felt cold metal against his throat. "What...what's going on?" he muttered, his own voice echoing around him softly before fading away.

"So you finally woke up, you worthless little cat." His ears immediately perked up even as he slumped against his bonds on the stone table. "Yes, it's me. Ghorza. You just cost me a fair bit of coin, fixing you back up like that. Not sure I should have, after all you did back at the forge."

"Me? You're the one that hit me, I just - "

"You just treated me like a whore, like nothing more than a place to rest your dick for a bit, after I told you that I'm just a smith trying to sell some stuff," she interrupted him. He heard the click and clink of metal and some other material touching stone. What was she doing, he wondered. "Do you treat all women like that? Or just the 'beasts' like me? I expect it from the Imperials and the Nords, but from a cat? That's just embarrassing."

Ka'jirr grumbled a little bit as he pulled at his bonds again, testing them. He'd hoped that maybe some of them were rope or anything else that had the slightest chance of being worn down and eventually torn, but no such luck. Ankles and wrists were held down by the same cold metal as the stuff touching his neck, and all of that seemed stuck to the table. "So why did you help me?" he asked, shaking his head. "If I treated you so bad, why didn't you just leave me on the street to bleed out?"

"Mostly so the guards didn't toss me into prison for murder," he heard her say. "But you cost me a lot of gold to get you fixed up. And you're going to stay here, in Understone Keep, until I figure that you've paid your debt off to me. And maybe you'll learn a little lesson in respect as well before you go."

"Respect?" Ka'jirr had to work to hold back the chuckle that wanted to come out. He feared the orc, yes, but there was no way that he would respect her. She was just another lady that he hadn't managed to seduce, and with no chance to do it in the future, she was someone that he just needed to get away from and avoid. The first time that she let him off of this table to do whatever work she had in mind, he was going to be off like a shot. "How are you going to teach me something like that? Make me do your work for you? Let you sit up here in the keep so you can pretend to be a real lady instead of the little green barbarian you are, only good for rutting, fucking and fighting?"

He expected some sort of slap to the face, perhaps another blow from the hammer. It would have made him feel a little better about the situation, knowing that he was right about the female, that she was no better than a bandit or a beast out in the wild, just waiting for someone to claim or kill her. He braced himself, expecting a blow that never came.

Instead, she laughed. Her laughter echoed around the room, not fading like his voice had, but instead getting louder and louder as she did. He squirmed as her laugh went from giggles to guffaws, and he could imagine that she was clutching her stomach from just how funny she seemed to find his statement. He didn't understand; that should have infuriated her, not set her off like this. What had he missed?

Eventually the laughter slackened off, and he felt her sit down on the table, mostly through the slight touch of a callused hand against his side. Realizing he didn't even have his clothes on anymore - as her hand touched his fur now rather than pressing his clothes down against it - made him go up in a blush. Before he could protest, she started talking. "You think that I'm going to trust you around weapons, around fire? You think you could do any sort of job that I couldn't? Oh no, Divines no. You're going to stay right here on the table, and I'm going to treat you the exact way that you planned to treat me. As nothing more than beast...as nothing more than a tool for rutting. And you know what?" She flicked his crotch, his balls specifically, and he winced at the light but firm impact. "I'm going to make sure I'm the only one who enjoys it. Because of the way you treated me."

Be treated like he planned to treat her? With pleasure and sex galore before leaving her? That should have been an excellent thought to him, something that he would love to do, something that he would be looking forward to. However, the way that the orc presented the idea left him shivering, trembling in his bonds. "What...what are you going to do?" he asked, unable to keep a little stammer and shiver from his voice.

"You'll see. But first, we need to take care of something." He felt her get up, her warmth leaving the cold table of stone. Soft footsteps - only audible since he was quiet and aware of her - grew quieter as she walked away from him, and then were silenced by the shutting of a door. Were there others out there that had seen him? Were there others in the room right now that were just keeping quiet? He didn't know; the blindfold kept him from using anything but his ears to know who was around him, and the longer he went without seeing anything, the more frightened he got.

As she walked back, he tugged desperately on his bonds. Despite the fact that he would be left with bruises along his wrists and ankles, and quite possibly his neck, he tried to pull himself free from them. Predictably, the metal didn't break, but he couldn't stop trying. "Let me go, let me go!" he begged, barely keeping a whimper and whine from his voice. "At least...at least let me see! Let me see, don't leave me blind, don't leave me in the dark!" He didn't care if he sounded pathetic, at least not now, but he needed to see what was going on; he couldn't take being blinded like this.

The sound of her footsteps, or rather their echo, was all the answer he received. Shivering from the cold and the silence, he could only wait for her to say something to do something, just so he knew he wasn't imagining her footsteps, or hearing them through the door from the hallway.

Suddenly he felt a hand against his cheek, and then against the side of his head. The roughness and callused skin was the same as what he'd felt on his stomach earlier, and he wasn't surprised to see the smith sitting by him again when the blindfold was lifted away. Panting in relief as he blinked his eyes to get used to the light again, he said, "Please...please...just let me go. I'll leave Markarth right now, and never come back. You'll never have to see me again, never have to deal with me again, just let me go..."

"Too late for apologies now, cat," the smith said. "You never even asked for my name back in my forge, you know that? You just tried to get into my pants. I was just random green meat to you. Well, that's what you're going to be now. You're my meat." She grabbed him by the chin, forcing him to look up at her eyes. "You don't even deserve that name you gave me before. You remember? You introduced yourself, like you thought you were worthy of a name, and you never even asked mine. So, down here, you don't have a name. You're a thing. Not a person; not even an animal. You're a thing, another tool for me to use." She squeezed tightly, just enough to make him groan in discomfort. "Got it?"

"G-got it," Ka'jirr grunted through the grip she had on his muzzle. It was a little harder to speak that way, he found.

"Good." She stood up, letting go of his face. "Now, I'm going to keep you in this room for the rest of your time here in Markarth. You'll do what I say when I say it, and you'll do it without questioning me. The more you question, the longer you'll be here. The longer you're here, the longer you'll go without an orgasm, and - "

"Wait." Ka'jirr knew it was a bad idea to speak up, but he had to be sure that he had heard that right. "What do you mean, no orgasms? I thought you were going to do to me what I was going to do to you."

"Oh, I will," she said with a chuckle. "I'm going to use you to get off the way that you were going to do with me. You probably think you're this great lover that could get anyone off. Well, you'll see how well you do with me. But you made me pay for you to get better, and you'll be getting me off for free without getting any reciprocation yourself." She brought her hand down on his crotch, and he winced again at the harsh impact against his balls. They pulled up a little, but she grabbed them, yanking them back down hard enough to make him yowl. "These little things? They're going to get a lot bigger by the time that you're allowed to leave. You're not going to cum. Not even once. Not while I have you here. That's part of your punishment."

He trembled, not daring to move more than that little bit lest he give the smith reason to tug on his balls again. They were already sensitive from being flicked and now slapped, and being tugged any further than they already were would really, really hurt. Trying to lean back on the table a little bit, he forced himself to relax his muscles, to stop being so tense. Taking a couple of deep breaths, he actually managed to accomplish that, and only when he wasn't shivering and trembling in fear did he make himself look at her again.

The moment he locked eyes with her, she clenched her fist around his balls. Throwing his head back with another howl of pain, he thrashed around for a few seconds again until she let go. Rubbing his thigh, she chuckled softly. "That's another part. If you try to squirm, if you try and get away from me, if you try and take your attention off of me, you're going to be punished however I see fit. And you will not like it. You are here to provide me pleasure and see to what I tell you to see to. Other than that, you don't have any other reason to exist until I let you go. Do you understand?"

He nodded as fast as he could, hoping to avoid another ball crushing. There was a logical part of him that knew he'd taken worse hits down there in straight up fights, but he had never had them grabbed and clenched like that. It hurt like hellfire, though, his sac pulsing and pounding between his legs. Through the pain, he just kept nodding.

But the nodding didn't seem to be enough. She grabbed him by the chin again, squeezing harder than before, enough to make his jaws actually hurt rather than just be uncomfortable. "Yes, what, tool?" she whispered.

Ka'jirr wracked his brain for anything that might work. He couldn't remember whatever name the Imperial had used, nor could he think of her having used it already down here, but there had to be something. Wait, what had she said? He was hers, he was to follow all commands, was nothing outside of her demands...."Yes...yes, Mistress," he gasped out, even that trembling from the pain between his legs.

The smile she flashed him as she pulled her hand back didn't do much to relieve him, but at least her hand was away from his sac. It pulsed with pain as they pulled back up to his crotch a little bit, sending little shudders of pain through him with every shaky breath he took. Hoping that they were alright, he watched her as she walked across the room. She stopped over at one of the set of drawers in the room, pulling one of them open and looking inside.

Taking advantage of her distraction, he took a moment to look around the room. It wasn't particularly full of things, but nor was it empty. There was a small stone slab that would work as a bed on the other side of the room, and a table in the middle. Two sets of drawers other than the one that she was rooting through were against the wall, one behind him and one in the direction of his feet. Both sported a lock, and neither looked like they would be just used for clothes. A bookcase near the door and a chair completed the furniture in the room.

Despite his best efforts, his eyes drifted back over to the bent over smith, looking at her full rump. Now that he was more at eye level with it, it looked even better. Flaring out wide, it looked like one of the biggest butts that he'd ever had the pleasure of looking at. Yet, unlike some of the bigger Nord women that he had been with, it didn't look like it was fat. The muscles underneath must have kept the skin from starting to sag the way it worked with some of the other ladies in Skyrim, he realized. Maybe there was something to the orc after all besides just looks, considering that she obviously took care of herself.

He was so busy looking at her ass that h didn't realize how it was affecting his body, but when the smith turned around, she definitely noticed. Her eyes flicked down between his legs, and she groaned. "You seriously have no idea how to control yourself, do you? I might be a barbarian, but you're the animal. Or you would be, if you actually still had the decency of a common animal, or the choices."

For a moment, Ka'jirr didn't know what she was talking about, but then he felt a different sort of throbbing between his legs. Already blushing in fear of what he'd see, he whipped his head around to look down. Staring right back at him was his cock head, fully hard and out of his sheath despite the pain coming from his balls. It twitched lightly above his belly, and knowing that his 'Mistress' could see it only made it twitch harder. No matter how humiliating this was, it was still exciting to some part of his mind.

Then he thought about it. Maybe she would be impressed with it? She hadn't been so nice to his balls, but after seeing his cock, maybe she'd be more willing to try something they could both enjoy. After all, he doubted she meant no orgasms for him at all, in addition to everything that he had to do for her, but maybe she could give him more with what he had to offer. And she was looking at it still, rather than looking away. Maybe there was a shot.

Doing what he could to ignore the pain, he cocked his head to the side with the slightest hint of a smirk. Pointing as best he could with his hands bound, he gestured to his erection. "You see something you like?" he asked. "Why don't you untie me and let me show you how I can use it. I promise you'll enjoy - "

"I don't want to see that thing erect, tool." The orc glared at his erection as she walked over, pulling something up for him to see. Ka'jirr had never seen anything like it before; it was made of leather straps and steel bars, and he could see a soul gem on top of it, pink and glowing with some sort of enchantment. "The only time that thing is ever going to be hard is when it's inside this thing and I want you to be erect. You will never orgasm, you will never be able to stroke yourself without my permission, and you will never get the sensation that you crave while you wear this thing. You think that thing is impressive in any way? You forget, I'm an orc, and we're used to things that are a LOT bigger than that little thing."

He stuttered and stammered, flabbergasted. Bigger? Just how big were the orc males? He was sporting a good eight inches down there, and she thought it was small? What in Oblivion was she taking into her on a regular basis to say that?

That question was secondary, however, compared to what she said would be his fate while wearing that thing, whatever it was. Not only no orgasms, but no stimulation whatever? He wouldn't even be allowed to stroke himself? How was he going to stay sane?!

She stared at him for a little bit longer, and he wondered what she was waiting for. The device was in her hand, she was right next to him. Was she going to put it on him or not? All the waiting was only making him more nervous about the whole thing.

Just as he was about to speak up again, the orc slapped his cock. "Get soft, tool. If you don't get that thing down in short order, I'm going to have to go to work on your balls again to get it soft, and I don't think you want me to do that. Unless you're some sort of masochist, that is, and if that's the case, maybe you enjoy that a little too much for it to work," she said.

"No, no! It'll get soft, it'll get soft, just give it a little bit of time!"

"I'm not waiting, tool. Either you get it down in the next thirty seconds, or I'm going to start working on your balls again. That's all there is to it."

Much as he hoped she was not serious about the entirety of her threat, he couldn't risk her hurting his balls again. They still pulsed with some pain after her last touch, and he didn't want her anywhere near them ever again. Failing that, he didn't want her touching them again for at least the day. So he desperately brought to mind every disgusting thing that he could think of, everything that had ever killed his erection before. The pain from just a few minutes ago, the time he had seen a giant gutted by a dragon, the time that he had bedded a werewolf without knowing it and had just about lost his lunch in the process...

"So. You can listen to me," she said. Ka'jirr opened his eyes again, and sighed in relief at the sight of his shaft disappearing back into his sheath. The very tip still stuck out, mostly due to the orc beside him, but it was down, and that meant his balls were safe for a little longer.

The smith wasted no time leaning over him and stretching out her strange contraption. Several leather straps were wrapped around the base of his sheath and around his balls, while the segments of metal were arranged so that they formed a make-shift cage where his shaft would normally be. The soul gem that was on the thing was on the very top of the strange contraption, about where his cock head would. What was she doing, he wondered.

All of a sudden, she pulled on part of the leather, and it tightened the whole tight. He grunted as a huge pressure pinched at the base of sheath and balls. "AGH! You're going to tear them off!" he shouted, clenching his fists, diggiing his claws into the palm of his hand. "Stop! STOP!"

But she didn't stop. All she did was tighten it more, strangling his genitals with all her strength. And to his embarrassment, it somehow got his cock inflating again. He watched it rise out of his sheath again, pushing up into the metal embrace that the device had waiting. It supported the metal a little bit more, giving it a more proper shape, and despite the metal's chill, it didn't retreat back into his sheath the way that it normally would. Instead, it only got harder, more sensitive, stiffer than he could ever remember it being. An accidental brush by the smith's hand against the side of his shaft, in one of the gaps between the metal pieces, brought a gasp to his lips. He was SO much more sensitive now, he realized. Was that part of her plan? He didn't understand the reasoning behind it, but maybe she had some reason to make him feel good as well as scared during this whole punishment.

Leaning back as he began to get used to the pressure around the base of his shaft and sheath, he looked the smith in the eyes. "What...what is this thing? Why does it have me so hard?" he whispered.

Then yowled again as she gave his tenderized balls a light squeeze. Not as harsh as before, but definitely uncomfortable when they were already so tender. "You are to call me Mistress, remember? I have been more lenient before, but you're going to call me that whenever you address me, or you will be punished." She scraped her nails over his balls, and despite the pain behind it, there was just enough pleasure to it as well to keep him from whimpering. "Do you understand?"

He nodded. "Y-yes, Mistress," Ka'jirr said. "Mistress...w-why does this...have me so hard? It hurts...it's not good...but I'm harder than I've ever been. Why, Mistress?"

"Because this thing keeps you from going soft, and makes you harder, more sensitive," she said. She patted the device, and this time, he could only feel the metal pressing down against him. "This is an old tool from the stronghold I grew up in. My mother gave it to me, said it was a tool to make sure that I could actually get a good time out of a male. Too many of you pricks get off in just a few minutes and leave us all wanting.

"I've found out that it makes a very good training device for the guys out there that don't have much respect for ladies, too, and I think it'll work just as well on you as it did on all of them." She tugged on one of the leather straps again, making it just a little tighter, and the Khajiit groaned, his shaft throbbing harder inside of the little cage it was in. "Oh, and don't worry about anything going wrong. The soul gem in it has a Restoration enchantment in it. Any damage to what it holds will immediately get healed up. So I can abuse the hell out of your imprisoned prick and it'll be just fine in a few minutes." She laughed. "Not that I'd really do much to it. I mean, hell, if you were at least orc size, I might let you out of it and actually play with it a little now and then, but that little thing is going to stay caged up for good until you work off your debt."

He couldn't help himself. As much as his throbbing dick begged for some relief, his mind was only on one thing: getting the hell out of here as soon as he could. He squirmed and struggled, thrashed and writhed in his bonds. The metal restraints bruised his skin beneath his fur, and he could almost swear that there was a little bit of blood running down one of his wrists, but he didn't care. He had to get away from the orc smith.

As much as he struggled, though, it did no good, just like before. To add insult to injury, she was grinning at his attempts, shaking her head with a smirk on her face. "Try all you want to get out of there, tool. I made those restraints myself out of dwemer metal. You're not getting out of there without the key, and the only person who has a key is me. Now, why don't we get down to business, hmm?"

She stood up, and he watched with widening eyes as she reached behind her back, undoing his blacksmith apron. "I told you. You need to work off your debt, and the only way you get out of here is to get that worked off. You're going to do what I say, when I say it, and without argument. If you do, maybe you'll get out of here still able to cum; if you don't, your balls are going to be a bloody mess that not even the Divines will be able to fix. Got it, meat?" She set the apron down on the floor, and Ka'jirr whimpered softly. "Heh, I see you like what you see," she said after glancing down at his crotch.

He certainly did. With the apron out of the way, he could actually see what she wore beneath, and that was skintight leather. Her body wasn't the skinny sort that he was used to seeing on a lot of Nords and Redguards,and nowhere near the lithe proportions of the Mer that he had bedded. She was chunky with muscle and some pudge, and it gave her curves that he hadn't seen the like of before. No hourglass shape was she, but a full bodied woman, her hips flaring out and her ass pushing back. Her chest was thrown out there, and it was only her strong muscles from all the time in the forge that kept her from having trouble with them, he would bet all the gold he had. His cock twitched in its cage, and he honestly wasn't sure if it was from the straps keeping it hard or from what he was seeing.

Eyes roaming from her chest to her crotch, where he could actually see the shape of her pussy through her pants, Ka'jirr mutely nodded his head. She laughed. "I knew you would. After you tried to actually pay me, I knew that you had an obsession. A horrible one, and if you had tried that on another orc, you could have just barely overpowered her. But you had to pick one that knew how to survive on her own. You had to pick me." She started unbuttoning her shirt, and he followed her fingers with rapt attention. Every button undone revealed a little more of her green, smooth skin, and it still shone with sweat from the forge.

She was still talking, but he wasn't listening. His mind warred between common sense, telling him to listen to her in hopes of avoiding more pain, and his cock, which wanted to see more and pay full attention to her body for future fantasies. It didn't matter that she was going to be using him, didn't matter that he had been told that she was going to keep him from having so much as a single orgasm while she was with her. His cock didn't believe that. No woman would actually deprive him of that, it was too cruel. Eventually he'd get one again, and he'd want to remember this body for when he got himself off again.

Hands only halfway down the front of her shirt, she reached up and pulled it open. Her large breasts popped out, wobbling and bouncing for a few seconds before settling down. The nipples, he noticed, were hard and erect. She was definitely enjoying what she was doing to him, and not just in the vengeful way that her smile suggested.

Fingers gripped at the nipples, giving them a few tugs and teases, pinches and pulls, and no matter how hard his common sense tried to get his attention, there was no possible way that he could have looked away. Little moans slipped from her lips, and she groped her full breasts with more force, even her broad hands unable to completely hold just one. Squeezing them and rubbing them against one another, she put on a show, and Ka'jirr was grateful to be in the audience.

The sweat on her body made her shimmer, looking wet and eager for something, and it made his cock throb. He wanted it to be between those big breasts, wanted to hold them together and thrust hard between them until he covered her face with cum. Unconsciously arching his back as much as his restraints would allow him, he thrusted against the air, desperate for some form of stimulation over his cock. It demanded attention, demanded him do something to give it an orgasm, and leaked pre down the sides and over his balls. His cock was so sensitive that he could actually feel the pre running down the sides of his shaft, dripping down onto his belly or onto his balls, and then dripping off of his balls to slide down to the table.

Whimpering, he ripped his eyes away from her breasts to look her in the eyes. "Please...just let me jerk off...let me get some relief here," he begged. "I won't cum, I promise, just let me at least touch myself."

"Oh, no, you're not getting any of that," she said with a grin. Rather than tease him further, she ripped her shirt off, throwing the tight leather over to the side. Completely topless, her breasts bounced and shook whenever she moved, and his eyes went right back down to them, much to her amusement. "HA! You pathetic little sack of fur, you just can't help yourself. You have to torture yourself by looking at what you can't have. You're just that much of a worthless little prick; you want it, but you can't earn it, so all you can do is stare and jerk off.

"Or, that's what you would do. Now you're all locked up and there's nothing you can do to help yourself. You're helpless, and you're going to make up for all the peeping and leching and everything else that you've done in your life." She started fiddling with the leather straps holding up her pants, and Ka'jirr's eyes went down again. "Heh, you know what's down here. You can already see it through my clothes, can't you? You want this pussy so bad, tool? Hmm? Do you? Don't bother answering. The way your cock's twitching, there's no way that you could ever say you don't want this more than anything else."

Well, that much was about right, Ka'jirr thought, unable to look away. By this point, he was so hard that he could feel his cock twitching in its cage, and he doubted that it would go down even if the cage was taken off of him. Not that he really could feel it anymore; there was no more cold metal feel against his cock, replaced by the sensation of his own pre running down his cock and pooling around his groin and his balls.

But even that couldn't distract him as he watched the orc pull her pants out of the way. His eyes bugged out as he realized that she didn't even bother with a loincloth, leaving her bare down there. Some little bit of hair pointed down to the wet slit below, and he mewled softly in need. Reminded of his bonds when he tried to reach for her and was stopped, he groaned softly. "Please...please just let me touch...let me feel you if I can't touch myself. I've wanted to have one of you for so long. This is torture!"

"I know. That's the point." She deliberately reached down between her legs, her hand stroking over her belly and past her waist, those thick fingers rubbing across her groin before reaching down to her pussy, sliding a finger along her wetness. Once again she moaned, and once again Ka'jirr's cock twitched at the sound. The sound of a shot of pre hitting the metal was just audible in the quiet room, and he blushed softly. However, he never stopped watching as she slid one finger, then another into herself, fingering herself right in front of him. This was far, far better than just watching them bathe while sitting in a tree, even if he couldn't reach down right now to take care of himself.

She smirked, taking a few steps forward. She stopped just out of what would have been arms reach if he had been unbound, and he could see her so very well. She spread her legs a little bit, and he could see the juices running out of her, little musky droplets that went from her slit down her thighs, dripping softly from there down to the ground. He could swear he could hear them, but that might have just been his own wishful imagination. He certainly could smell her, his nose picking up the powerful scent of arousal, awash with need and lust. If he had been unbound, Divines, if he had been bound with just rope, he was sure he could have gotten free and tackled her right this moment, taken her right on the stone floor until she screamed in climax.

Instead, he could only squirm against his bonds, straining to reach his cock for some sort of relief. It throbbed so hard, begging him for attention, and he couldn't ignore it. Whimpering and whining like a cub, he looked up at her, begging wordlessly for some sort of mercy.

Chuckling, she took her fingers from her pussy and wiped the juices along his face, particularly over his nose. The scent of her lust and sex made him moan louder, half closing his eyes and arching his back, his hips twitching in need, trying to thrust to drive his cock towards any kind of stimulation at all. This was torture! Pure, exquisite, powerful torture that he had no idea of how to get out.

Worse, she knew how much she was affecting him. Every time that he whimpered or moaned, she seemed to get all the more excited, sliding a finger between her legs again and rapidly fingering herself a little bit, or rubbing around her clitoris. Even with how shiny and slick she already looked from her long day of work, she was wetter down there, visibly so, like a sort of liquid stain against her skin. He wanted to taste it, to lick her and see how she felt against his tongue, but no matter how hard he stained, he was still so far away.

Sticking his tongue out, he mewled softly, begging like a kitten for her to get closer. She looked down at him and smirked a little bit, but took another step forward. Rather than putting herself in licking distance, however, she turned around again, putting her big muscular ass back into view. She bent forward, hands on her ass cheeks as she pulled the gleaming green globes apart.

Between them were two perfect holes, her ass and her pussy. Ka'jirr strained harder than ever against his bonds, desperate to...to...he wasn't sure what, anymore. He wanted to stuff her with his cock, to fuck her, to get off, to fill her with his seed, but there was a small, albeit growing part that just wanted to kneel behind her and shove his face against her ass, to eat out both holes, to give her the pleasure that she so obviously deserved. He wanted to worship her like one of the Nine Divines, like she deserved, from where he belonged.

He didn't know where the thought came from, but he liked it, nonetheless. There was a particular sort of twitch that he got in his cock thinking about being on his knees behind the orc, having those big, muscular ass cheeks shoved right in his face, feeling them spread around his muzzle so that his lips could be pressed against her pussy or her ass hole...

Ka'jirr shook his head back and forth, shaking himself free of the trance settling down on him. "N-no," he muttered under his breath. He went to women for fucking, not for worshiping them. He wasn't someone that went to his knees for the ladies, they did that for him. They worshiped him, not the other way around. What was going on here? Why was he thinking like he wanted to go down to his knees for...for....

His eyes caught on her pussy again, slick and wet, dripping with her excitement. It was even closer to him now, the orc having backed up a few steps. In fact, she was leaning against the side of the stone table, her pussy juices leaking down into a slowly growing pool at the side of his head. "This is what you wanted, wasn't it, tool?" she said, looking at him over her shoulders, her hands still keeping her ass cheeks parted to show herself off. "You wanted this dripping pussy for your cock, didn't you? You wanted to just ram it in, take you pleasure from me and then go on your way, that obsession of yours finally sated. That's what you were thinking, wasn't it?" He tried to talk, but she cut him off. "Don't bother answering. That little prick of yours is talking enough for you. You wanted it. Well, you're going to get it, but you're never going to be getting off in it."

Standing up, she pulled a chair over to the table. It was only a few steps, one onto the chair and then another onto the table, and she was standing right over him. Her feet were planted on each side of his head, and if he looked straight up, he looked right between her legs, getting a great view of the dripping slit above. And it was dripping, sex juices falling on his muzzle, getting his lips and cheeks wet with the pungent liquid.

Cock twitching inside of his cage, he instinctively humped up against the air with what limited movement he had. It was hard for him, hurting his wrists, his ankles, everything that was tied down, but he just couldn't help it. He needed some sort of relief, and he wasn't getting it. Even this little bit of humping the air only brought some slight sensation, that of the air moving past his cock, and if it wasn't bound up the way that it was, he wouldn't even be able to feel that much of it. "Please..." He gasped, licking his lips clean of the pussy juice soaking them. "Please, Mistress...please...I beg...beg you. Let me feel...feel something. What do you want from me? What do you want me to do?!" He was desperate now, and was starting to believe that he really wouldn't get the pleasure he wanted so badly. He hoped that he was wrong, but his cock was throbbing so hard that it hurt, and he needed to cum, yet she didn't show the slightest sign of relenting in her threat.

The smell of her excitement mixed with the strong musk of her sweaty body, slick with the work of the day, and both smells overwhelmed all others as she squatted down on his face. Her pussy was scant inches from the tip of his muzzle, and it leaked profusely, some of it sliding down her thighs, while the rest slipped from it to land on his face. It was a far greater amount compared to when she had been standing, and he could almost swear that he could have drank a day's worth of water from her, she leaked so much.

She laughed at him, her face covered in a cocky smirk. "You want to know what you can do for me? You really want to know?"

"Yes, mistress, I want to know! Anything, anything at all! Just let me do something instead of making me watch and do nothing!"

"Then eat me out." She thrust her groin forward against his muzzle, covering his mouth and muffling his answer, turning it into nothing more than wet gurgling. Her hand pressed against the top of his head, as if that was needed at this point. There was no way he could move, and even if he could, there was no way that he would. Surrounded on all sides by warm, slick flesh, there was only one thing on his mind to do: to do exactly as the orc had commanded him.

The soft sound of moaning filled his ears, some slight bit of sound making it past the slick green thighs covering his ears as he licked along her wet pussy. His tongue was quick, lapping against her as a house cat might lick at a bowl of cream, but he was sure that no cat had enjoyed a treat such as this before. This orc filled his mouth with the taste of lust, and he swallowed the juices she leaked onto his tongue eagerly, even speeding up his licking to try and get more to taste, more to drink.

Held down the way he was, he didn't have much that he could do except service the orc. His cock throbbed, and his hands twitched against their bonds in another futile attempt to reach for the caged cock. Moaning in need and frustration, he threw himself into total service, hoping that there was some way that he could perhaps earn his orgasm. He needed it. It was no longer that he wanted it, but needed it; each throb of his cock, every pulse of his blood reminded him just how badly he needed it, how hard he was. It was like the desire for skooma, except stronger. There was no drink that could sooth it, no simple merchandise that he could purchase. His need could only be sated by this orc, and she would only do that if he managed to erase his debt to her.

With what little mobility he had with his neck surrounded by dwemer steel, he pushed his face forward, gluing his lips to her pussy. He forced his mouth open a little bit, surrounding her slick pussy lips with them in an obscene kiss, holding himself there as he shoved his tongue inside of her. Wiggling it from side to side then shoving it in, curling it up to lick all over her insides, he made sure that he did everything he could think of, licking up her juices as they pooled inside of her before they could leak out.

And she loved it. He felt her grip on the top of his head get stronger, pulling at his fur, but could not complain about the pain it caused. Not only through some measure of fear of the orc, but also because there was no way that he could pull his head away from her pussy long enough to do it. Despite his best efforts, his face was drenched in her juices, and he could smell it on him as much as it was on her. His fur pushed down and flattened by how wet it was felt like he was walking in a rainstorm, except it just soaked his face instead of his whole body.

Throughout all of this, his cock continued to throb. It bounced against the sides o f its metal cage, throbbing and twitching, leaking pre at an ever increasing rate. His crotch was soaked, and his balls were not much better. A pool of the stuff had formed under his ass, soaking that too, and his whole body felt like it was primed for some sort of explosion. Everything was tight, everything was tense, as if he could cum just from the situation, with no hands or mouths or anything on his cock.

Humiliating as that would have been, he would have welcomed it. No matter it's cause now, he just wanted to cum, and he threw himself even more enthusiastically into eating the orc out. His excitement continued to build, as did the orc's. No longer content with merely the work of his tongue, she bounced along his face, grinding against his lips and his nose, at one point even shoving the narrow part of his muzzle into her pussy.

That one action seemed to be what she needed to go over the edge, and she threw back her head with a bestial howl of pleasure as she quivered over him. Her legs shivered against the side of his head, thighs spasming softly as she came. Even with her legs pressed against the side of his head he still heard her go off, and even if he hadn't, the massive squirting of juices against his face was a clear enough sign. Almost drowning on it before he could swallow it, Ka'jirr trembled, feeling for a moment like his own orgasm was just about to come as well.

Well, it wasn't an orgasm that hit him. Instead, it was a massive feeling of pressure just under his balls that nearly made him cry out. The only reason he didn't was because his face was still buried in the orc's pussy, and it was changed to a vibrating mumble that only served to make her more excited.

Eventually she managed to pull herself together, pulling herself up just enough to allow him room to speak. She smiled down at him, no less cockily, but a little less evil looking. "Heh, so the tool has a decent enough mouth on him. Good to know.," she said.

"M-mistress?" he stammered softly between licks to his lips and what other parts of his face he could reach. "What...what was that? I...I thought I was going to cum...and then it stopped me. And it hurt."

"Heh, that's the device, tool." She chuckled, standing up and extending a leg down towards his crotch. Wiggling a toe under one of the leather straps, she tugged it up a little bit. Even that little bit made him wince, clenching his fists as it tightened even more around his groin, somehow increasing the feeling of pressure and denial that he'd felt when he had thought he was about to cum. "Feel that? That's the straps keeping your cum from getting out. Every time that you try to cum, every time that you think you're about to, I'd try to stop it. Because if you don't, you're going to feel that pain and pressure again, and again, and again, and it's never going to get any better." She let go of the strap, and it slapped back down against his crotch, returning the bondage to a comparatively looser feel. He never thought he'd be relieved for that going back to normal, but then, he never thought that he'd be tied down to a table and being used by the very lady that he was trying to seduce.

Her laughter got his attention again and he looked up in time to see her big broad ass coming down on his face. He just managed to close his eyes before those slick green cheeks pressed against his face, smothering him beneath it. Her ass cheeks pressed against the sides of muzzle, holding it place as she ground back against him, pinning his head down against the stone of the table. Her weight was mostly supported on her legs, for which he was thankful; she was not fat, but she was large, and he had a hard enough time believing his muzzle wasn't being crushed as it was.

"You did a pretty good job with my pussy, tool, so I'm going to let you show me what you can do with my ass," she said.

He could barely hear her with how much his senses were overwhelmed with her ass. But what she said next was so important that there was no way he could have missed it, even if a dragon came by and roared at he same time she said it.

"You do a good enough job, I might just let that little dick of yours into my pussy."

That was all the incentive he needed. Though his tongue was exhausted from all the work he'd put into eating her out, he pushed it past his lips with all the enthusiasm that he could muster. Thankfully, all that met it was the taste of sweaty skin and the slight hint of musk from being held inside of clothes all day; the orc was good enough at keeping clean that he didn't have to deal with anything that bad.

Putting that relief behind him, he went to work. As his cock throbbed with the thought of finally getting some relief, he lapped over her hole. It was soft and tender under his tongue, and he felt it twitch the first couple of times it was licked. Legs tightened around his head and loosened, tightened and loosened a few times before the orc got used to it, and then she relaxed, pushing back more against him. Her big ass put more pressure on his face as she put more weight on him, and he groaned softly, praying to the Divines that she wouldn't push back any harder.

Nevertheless, he kept up the licking. His face was smothered, and every breath he took had either the scent of sweat or the scent of pussy carried with it, filling his nose and his mouth with the powerful odors. Soon, she started bucking back against his tongue, shoving his muzzle further between her ass cheeks, until his lips were glued against her hole. She held him there, pinning him down with her weight, forcing him to kiss at her hole as well as lick it. She even lifted herself up and down, 'kissing' him in return. If there wasn't so much riding on making her happy here, he might have considered biting at her, but there was no way he was going to risk his relief for some petty revenge.

That 'kissing' didn't last long, though. Soon she just rested on top of his muzzle, letting him do all the work. Her hole twitched under his tongue, growing more relaxed with every lick that he gave. It wasn't long before it gave way and he was able to push his tongue inside of her, tongue fucking her ass. He hesitated after it slid in the first time, hoping that it wasn't going over some unspoken line, but he had no choice but to continue.

Thankfully it seemed that it was the right decision. She writhed around on top of his muzzle and along his tongue more than when she had with it in her pussy, and she moaned loud enough for him to hear her clearly through the grip of her legs around his ears and her ass along the rest of his face. Without warning, another explosion of pussy juice covered his face, this one thankfully splattering along his chin and his neck rather than down his throat due to how they were positioned. He could smell her lust even more than he could smell her back here, and he felt a little pride for getting her off so well, particularly after doing it the first time, and with only his tongue to boot.

After she actually got her orgasm, he expected that she would get off of his face, let him have a little 'clean' air before rewarding him. Not that he really needed it, but he would like the pressure off of his face. Instead, she continued to sit on him, grinding back against his lips and against his nose with just enough force to remind him of just how low she considered him to be.

Grunting against her ass, Ka'jirr didn't have any choice but to wait. He didn't know how long he would have to wait; he didn't know how long the orc wanted to remind him of his place; he didn't even know how long she planned to keep him down here before he was done paying back his wager. All he did know was that he didn't have a choice in any matters regarding him, and the sooner he learned to keep quiet and not argue, the better things would be for him.

Of course, being trapped under her ass like this wasn't helping his cock much. With this much of a close up view of her curvy cheeks, her twitching hole, he couldn't help but stay hard, and if anything get even harder. After this long, he didn't even want to think about how much pre he was laying in, how much had soaked into his fur, but it had to be pretty considerable. His crotch was only warm because there was a near constant, though slowly slackening, flow dripping down onto it. The puddle he was laying it had long since cooled, and it brought a little chill down his spine when he let himself focus on it.

He was beginning to think that she'd just keep using him as a seat for the rest of the day when he saw the muscles in her ass start to flex. For a moment, he thought she was just adjusting herself, but when a slight ray of light hit his eyes, he realized she was actually getting up. It took her a moment, and he saw that she was a little wobbly, teetering to one side and then the other before actually getting her balance. Maybe he'd done a little better job on her ass than he had thought if she was that shaky.

Her eyes met his and she grinned. "Well, you're certainly a good stool, tool. Maybe that'll be what I use you for from now on, if you can do that again and again." She stepped back a little bit, her feet rubbing against his sides as she slowly moved back, slow step by slow step, until she was straddling his waist. He felt little droplets of her pussy juice still falling, landing on his groin and on his exposed balls. He didn't feel much on his cock, but he hoped that would change soon. "Well, I did say that you might get this up my pussy if you did a good job on my ass, so why don't we see how you do, hmm?"

The Khajiit's eyes lit up like a hundred sparkling spells at once, and his face was almost split in half by how wide he grinned. He couldn't help it; he needed this, needed it like an addict needed his fix, and he was finally gonna get it. He was going to get what he had been chasing for so long now. That made everything else worth it. Everything totally worth it. He just hoped that he would last until she took the cage off of him; he was so pent up that he didn't know if he could handle that.

He closed his eyes, not wanting to watch, not wanting to work at this. He just wanted to feel the results of all his hard work. Yes, he'd earned this, earned this...Any second now, the smith would pull off that infernal contraption and get on his cock. Any second now, he'd feel her wet heat surrounding his cock, and he'd be able to get the relief that she'd denied him all this time. Any second...any second....

Instead of feeling her hands on the device, or anything that signaled the coming of relief, he felt much more pressure on his groin, though spread out all over it instead of concentrated on his cock and balls. He opened his eyes in shock and saw the orc sitting on his cock. Or, rather, on the metal sheath covering it. She'd done something to it, closing the gaps that had been in the metal, and now it was solid metal around his cock. He could see it sliding into her, could see that she was taking pleasure in the sensation of being filled with something bigger and more solid than his tongue, but he couldn't feel a damn thing!

As she bounced up and down the toy she'd made out of his cock, he whimpered. "I...I thought you said I'd be able to put it in you, Mistress."

"And you, oooh, you are," the orc said with a grin. "You just aren't touching me with it. See?" She paused with it only partway inserted. A good 6 inches of metal were pointing up, and he didn't want to know how much was inside of her still; after her complaining about his size earlier, he wasn't sure what she had added on top of it.

She grinned, laying a hand on his stomach. "I told you before. You're not going to get even one orgasm while you're making up your debt to me. Do you understand me now? Even if I say you get to fuck me, that only means you wear this thing and fuck me with this toy. It's still not a real orc, but it's the best you're going to be able to do." She grunted softly as she slid back down, a wet splurching sound following as she slid the metal rod back inside her. "Better get used to it, tool; you're going to be down here a very, very long time."

Every time she slammed down on her new 'toy', Ka'jirr let out a little grunt, unused to the feeling of being trapped between the solid orc and the more solid stone table. It was probably like what one of her projects felt like, being trapped between the anvil and the hammer. And he couldn't deny that he still would have liked it, if only that damn cage wasn't tied around his cock. No matter how bad that the orc tortured him, he still wanted her, still wanted to feel what that pussy felt like around his cock, still wanted to bend her over and take her from behind.

But as much as he wanted to do that, there was still that other part. The part that wanted to lay there, and service her. The part that wanted to be used as a stool by her, and just lick and pleasure her when she was working. The part that wanted to treat her like the Nine Divines and let her rule his life, like she...like she should.

He shook his head, trying to dismiss the thought, but with all the pent up need he felt, with all that had happened, it wasn't so easy. No matter how hard he shook his head, no matter how hard he tried to deny it, it was still there, and as much as he feared it, it might just be there to stay.

He shivered, not sure if it was in fear or pleasure, at the thought of changing to that.

And all the while, his mistress bounced along his 'cock', taking climax after climax, orgasm after orgasm for herself. His stomach was already soaked with his own juices, and she was matting his fur down with her own. Ka'jirr groaned as the smell only added to his arousal, his cock throbbing inside of the cage, begging for the slightest bit of release, release he now knew that he would never get until he was out.

Well, that's the story. Hope you liked it, leave me a comment in the space below if you did, and if you really liked it, maybe consider commissioning me.