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Room Service Part 1 - Live to serve.

Written by HumbleHeretic

"Why was I born in this era?"

In the remote corner of a busy pub, a long and heavy sigh was heard where a young man sat by himself. The expression on his face was almost despondent as he stared vacantly at the painting on the wall of the pub. In it was an artistic depiction of one of the many wars that had been waged in the past.

Rather than a glorification, people tended to treat it more as a symbol, a cautionary tale of what those before them had to go through to achieve the society they now lived in today. Compared to the past, life was good for most people, no matter their creed or race, however, the human young man seemed to think differently.

"People in this era are just so goddamn... clean."

A was a rather strange complaint to say the least, as a matter of fact, most people definitely thought the opposite. When stories were told of the savage and almost primitive way of life that was the norm of the past, today's inhabitants would often grow more thankful for the way life had developed over the years... most of them did at least. Marcus' eyes would instead sparkle when he heard tales of his predecessors' past hardships. He was especially enthralled when he imagined the poor standards of hygiene that reigned in a time where fresh water was readily available only to the wealthiest of nobility.

Tales of crawling around in the muck and descriptions of the extreme things one had to do to get by were his favourite tales to hear.

Needless to say, Marcus was a person where even the term "oddball" did him no justice.

The human kept sighing to himself in a dramatic fashion whole clutching the handle of a large beer mug in his hand. At first glance, the drink he was currently savouring appeared to be regular, cheap ale, however the lack of bubbles would lead one to think that it was apple juice instead, which was strange considering the drinker's age. However, the strangest thing was probably that there was literally no condensation forming on the surface of the glass mug, as though it had never been cold from the beginning.

Marcus picked up the mug, shook it and watched its contents foam up slightly, and then brought the rim to his lips as he began to chug the liquid inside. His face was oddly scrunched up as he did so, leading one to assume that it was cheap ale after all, however regardless of what it was, the human continued to gulp down the liquid despite his face betraying minor disgust. What one couldn’t see was that as he was drinking it, there was a swelling taking place at a certain part of his body.

As the last of the liquid drained into his maw, Marcus put the mug down on the table while catching a belch that tried to escape his throat inside his closed mouth. As his cheeks puffed up, the flavour of what he'd just drank caused his face to betray disgust once more. It wasn't until he swallowed to gas back down that his face finally returned to normal, it was also at this time that he happened to overhear a conversation taking place right outside the back entrance of the pub, near where he was currently sitting.

"It was seriously weird, this random human just came up to me while I was here taking a smoke and offered me money to piss inside a mug."

It was the voice of a female that contained a weird accent to it, almost as if there was a soft growling mixed in with her words. Another female voice chimed in to inquired further about the incident.

"So, did you actually do it?"

"Hehe, what do you think?"

As the first voice responded, the sound of coins being shook inside a small pouch was heard, which basically answered the question held by the second speaker, and anybody else who may have been eavesdropping at this time.

"You should have seen the devastated look on his face when it started to over flow. Like dude, you should've brough a bigger mug, it's not my fault I've got a huge beer bladder."

"It kinda is though."

"Meh!"

"So, what do you think he's gonna do with it anyway?"

"Beats the hell outta me."

"You think he's gonna drink it?"

"Ew, I doubt it. I mean, who in their right mind would actually drink Kobold piss?"

Their voices seemed to be getting closer to the back entrance, meaning that it was time for Marcus to leave. Since he never actually ordered anything, there was no need to pay a tab, and therefore he was able to quickly gather his things before making his way out the front.

Of course, he didn't forget to bring the mug with him as it was his own personal property rather than something owned by the pub.

Seconds after the human left, a pair of Wolf type Kobold females walked into the back entrance. As they walked beside where the human had been sitting, one of the Kobolds suddenly paused and began to sniff at the air. She did so for a while until a puzzled look marred her furry face.

"… did I mark here while I was drunk or something?"

"Dude, you've really gotta stop drinking."

In the end the Kobold was wrongfully admonished by her companion while the true culprit for the scent that lingered in the air was already long gone.

***

Marcus was in possession of some rather extreme proclivities. Put in simple terms, he was an absolute fanatic for filth.

From as early as he could remember, the things that usually seemed gross to the average person, would instead greatly arouse him in terms of interest and lust. If he saw a female warrior wearing tall boots, he would wonder what her feet tasted like after a day of combat. If he saw a tall woman with a particularly large butt, he would hold fantasies in his mind of smelling her farts. Marcus never once thought of supressing these urges, but instead embraced them as he grew older and became independent.

Now he would even use the money he earned as an adventurer to pay for filthy favours from women.

At first he had been satisfied with simply smelling their dirty feet or sniffing their butts. However, his desires became deeper and deeper as he progressed down this rabbit hole; he needed more stimulation.

At some point, he'd done away with human women all together and instead started targeting non-human women. Demi-humans, beast-women, straight up monster women, his preferences quickly became broader and more exotic.

He'd also gotten bolder as time progressed. The last time he'd tried asking a centaur to fart in his mouth, he'd almost ended up with a horseshoe lodged in his stomach.

Thankfully, while not all women were willing to help him fulfil his desires, there were a decent few like the Kobold from earlier who weren't minding of his outlandish requests.

Of course, it wasn't like his brain was wired in a way that made filthy things somehow pleasant to him. Farts smelled just as bad to him as it did anyone else. However, it was this intrinsic sense of disgust from where he derived the greatest pleasure. The more he hated it, the more aroused it made him. Even earlier, he had immediately popped a boner the moment he was assaulted by the smell and taste of the kobold piss that was just as foul as he had heard. The revolting taste was still on his breath as a matter of fact, and it was making him horny just being able to smell it in his nose.

But as with all things, there would eventually come a time where even that was no longer enough to get him off. The human was constantly chasing after the filthy experience that would be better(worse) than the last. Marcus once again sighed to himself with the same thought in his mind that the new aged fad that promoted cleanliness was the very bane of his existence.

As Marcus mused to himself in a melodramatic way, he had reached the inn where he stayed.

Just as the human was about to ascend to the second floor where his room was waiting, he was forced to paused as he overheard some rather interesting words being shared among some of the other tenants that were having a drink on the first floor.

"Fuck man, I can't believe they actually rented out a room to an Orc."

"The whole floor is gonna stink by this time tomorrow."

"I kinda wanna just hand in my key."

"I mean, that's a little..."

It seemed like even in this day and age, there were still those that were less tolerant towards certain races and species. That was understandable, however that wasn't the part that Marcus was focused on.

"Hey."

The three gossipers were startled when they were suddenly addressed. With creaky necks, they all turned to the sound of the voice that sounded oddly passionate for some reason. What they were greeted with was a young human man, whose face was dead serious as he posed a question to them.

"What's this you were saying about an Orc?"

Marcus's demeanour was as though he were asking the whereabouts of a secret treasure that could change his life.

***

Marcus' heart pounded as he stood outside the door of the room where the Orc in question was supposedly staying. Oddly enough, it just happened to be the one right next to where he was staying.

The adventurer's garb he had been wearing since earlier was removed and was instead replaced with dreary servant's clothing. It was beyond simple for a Rogue of his level to sneak a change out clothes out of the inn storage area.

Marcus was actually someone who possessed great talent and skill for his class, it was the only reason he could make enough money to afford all of the outlandish requests he regularly paid women to fulfil. It was just a shame, the kinds of things his brimming talents were being wasted on. Marcus himself didn't find it a waste in the least though, it was because of his skills that he was finally about to attempt to fulfil one of his greatest desires.

If there was a national poll to determine what creature was the filthiest on the continent, then ten out of ten times, 'Orc' would be the top vote with no contest.

There certainly had to be some undiscovered species somewhere out there that could match or even surpasses the green giants in this regard. However, for now they were at the top, whether it came to ranking, or the object of Marcus' many fantasies.

From ever since he'd heard about them, the human had always wished to experience the filthiness of an Orc for himself. Through his entire 18 years of life, he had never been afforded the opportunity, until now at least.

"Pheew~"

Marcus let out a sigh to settle his nerves and knocked on the door.

After a short pause, a gruff yet feminine voice was heard beyond the door.

"Who's that?"

She sounded rather indifferent, as if she couldn't even be bothered to respond. Her voice that sounded rough instead made Marcus' heart beat faster. He quickly calmed himself down and said the line he'd prepared beforehand.

"Room service, I'm here to do the cleaning."

His heart pounded against his eardrums as he anxiously waited for a response. Time stretched on in silence, and just as Marcus was thinking that it was a stupid plan after all...

"Come."

The young man almost yelped in joy! While doing his best to hide his eagerness, Marcus quickly opened the door and walked into the room, and as he did, his jaw dropped when he laid sight on the subject of his desires.

She was just as he'd imagined her, no, she was even better. Just like the rumours said, her body was massive. Verdant green skin covered her frame that was teaming with rippling flesh that formed generous curves in all the right places. She was somehow muscular and also chubby at the same time. Her hips were wide while her stomach had a great deal of pudge to it. Her long limbs were bulky while exhibiting a softness like tender beef that made one want to bit into them.

Her large toes and chubby fingers were adorned with claw-like black nails which was similar in colour to the wild hair tied into a long ponytail that flowed down to the small of her back. Her eyes were also black, she had a small nose in the centre of her green face and sharp lower tusks protruded from either side of her mouth.

She seemed to have just taken off her armour as she sat on the bed in nothing but what could only be described as rags wrapped around her extremities.

Her large dark green areoles were poking out from the cloth that just barely covered the nipples of her pillowy breasts.

The simple worn out shorts covering her lower body failed to conceal her huge butt that was causing the simple goose feather mattress to be compressed under her hefty weight. Most noticeably however, was the large bulge between her legs that looked to be able to rip free of her pants at any second!

Marcus stood gawking at her for a good while until a welcome scent graced his nose. It was the smell of musk that was characteristic of someone that'd just done a great deal of physical activity. It was just that, even from where he was standing, said musk was stronger and more potent than what he was already used to!

It hadn't even been 10 seconds since the human entered the room and already the Orc that he was just meeting for the first time seemed to be living up to the rumours. Marcus hadn't held this much anticipation in a long time.

Evidence suggested that the Orcess had recently worked up a sweat, she had probably just returned from a quest where she was made to put up a fight. The timing was perfect, Marcus decided that he rather move quick lest he miss out on this gods given opportunity.

Before the confused Orc could ask him why he was just standing there like an idiot, Marcus quickly introduced himself with the fake scenario he'd thought up.

"Hello ma'am, I've been assigned to help you get cleaned."

"I can wash myself."

It was a response that was expected, however Marcus was prepared.

"Unfortunately, the inn is having issues with running water at the moment, therefore as compensation, we would like to offer you a special service free of charge."

"Hmm, what service?"

She'd taken the bait, now it was time to try and reel her in.

"This humble one will be in charge of licking the guest's entire body clean with my own mouth and tongue, this will not only serve to clean you, but it's also been touted as a rather pleasurable experience. Of course, no area is off limits, no matter how dirty."

This was it, it was now or never. He'd come up with the best excuse that he could in the time he weas given, now it was just up to whether or not the Orcess would be willing to-

"Huum, start with here then."

In no time at all since he'd spouted his bullshit, the Orc suddenly raised one of her arms, gesturing towards the steamy pit with an indifferent tone of voice. The outcome led the human to blank out for a bit, he never expected that he would actually succeed so easily!

A flood of excitement coursed through him at this time that almost caused him to jump for joy, however he did his best to hold it in and tried not to show too much excitement as he slowly walked over to the Orc with jittery steps.

The potency of the musk in the air seemed to almost double when the Orc raised her arm, however, even now the stench was becoming stronger and stronger the closer he actually got to her. By the time he was right in front of her, her pungent scent was literally all he could smell! Her musk was heavy, and it made his nose feel warm and itchy when her scent flooded his nostrils.

This absolute pungency only became stronger as he brought his face closer to her moist armpit. The Orc boasted such a sized that even when sitting on the bed, his head as he was standing was almost level with her shoulder. This made it easy for Marcus to shove his face into the moist, warm, musky armpit of the Orcess whose name he hadn't even heard yet. Said Orcess seemed indifferent as the human brought his nose up close to the source of the heavy musk.

Marcus took a long, deep breath, and his mind instantly became frazzled!

It was only recently that deodorizer used to combat strong body odour had been created, and even in the capital, it's popularity was only just coming to fruition.

This meant that the trend still hadn't caught on in areas like where they were currently, however soap was still a thing, and the general public these days were conscious about washing themselves properly, much to Marcus' dismay.

However, the Orc before him seemed to be an exception! Even as early as it was and even if she'd just returned from combat, it was anyone's guess how she'd managed to build up such a heavy and ripe musk to the point that it made one’s nose burn!

From the Orcess' steamy pit, the human was currently snorting a scent more potent than any of the natural body odour he'd savoured from various filthy women up until now.

In his vision that was clouded in a lustful haze, there was still glistening sweat wetting the Orc's hairy armpit. Much like the hair on her head, the frazzled pubic hairs under her arms were black in colour, however their colour appeared more on the greyer side as they were soaked and matted with the Orc's murky perspiration!

Marcus’ face was naturally scrunched up as he savoured the offensive smell of the Orc's pungent musk, however his eyes were like they were lost in a pleasurable experience. Just the Orc's scent alone was already making his mind go crazy!

"Arm tired, hurry up."

Marcus' focus was scattered, making him miss the slightly disgruntled words of the Orc. However, he quickly snapped back at attention the moment a large, meaty hand suddenly gripped the back of his head! The next thing he knew, a warm, moist feeling enveloped his face as his head had been shoved right into the Orc's smelly armpit!

"!!!"

The Orc held the head up the human who struggled in her grasp. Her arm was still raised while his face was smothered in her funky underarm. Marcus struggle for a bit, not even putting up an act as the Orc's musk was simply that strong. The little air he managed to breath with his nose and mouth pressed to her bushy pit was completely stained by her rank stench. He eventually calmed down and, and while fighting against the dual sensation of disgust and lust, he finally stuck his tongue from his mouth. His tongue shook from the very first lick!

The human had obviously tasted a woman's sweat many times, he had even licked the sweat from their feet on more than one occasion. Yet just the sweat that had sat marinating the Orc's bush under her armpit was potent enough to trump the taste of foot sweat he had grown used to!

The strong salty flavour was mixed in with glamours that could only be described as the liquid form of the Orc's potent musk. His tastebuds were constantly stimulated by the tangy perspiration that was even now seeping from the Orc's pores as his face warmed up her armpit. On top of that, there was a lot of it to begin with. Marcus's tongue almost grew numb from licking through the gritty pubic hairs under the Orc's arm. Everywhere his tongue passed, a decent helping of pit sweat would be lapped up before soaking into his tastebuds and trickling down his throat.

The longer Marcus spent slurping the Orc's pit sweat, the more the smell and taste was messing with his mind. His brain was screaming out in an expression of disgust while his face was warped in an expression of lust. He was driving a great pleasure from what was hands down the most pungent natural stink he'd ever had the pleasure of inhaling.

His lungs rejected the befouled air, yet he still kept inhaling as best he could. His tongue wash washed with a myriad of grimy flavours, yet he kept lapping at the sweat old and new that stained the Orc's greasy, musty armpits.

The Orc said nothing as she allowed the human to revel in her stench that was heavy enough to knock out a small child.

It wasn't until a while later when she figured he was done licking her pit clean that she finally released his head. Yet despite this, the human kept his face in place, eagerly using his tongue to wring her pubic hairs as if the flavour to him was water in a dessert.

"Hey, do the next one."

As she said this, the Orc raised her arm, and the human certainly wasn't one to miss this gesture. The Orc only caught a brief look at his face, that was reeking with her musk, before it was buried in her other pit, this time without her having to hold it there with her hand. The Orc was finally able to lower her arm that now felt a lot less greasy than before.

Meanwhile, Marcus felt like he'd been sent to heaven for the second time. The Orc's pungent odour, that was clinging to his sinuses, was met with a fresh batch of potent musk. The human huffed heavily against the bushy pit, even getting some droplets of murky sweat inside his nostrils, before he began to "clean" it in the same way that he did the first.

He eagerly lapped, sucked, and snorted the area below her arm. If anyone were to see his current state, they would surely call the town guard even if the Orc's indifferent look was taken into consideration. After all, only a pervert would be so desperately savouring the stench of someone else, much less an Orc.

This particular pervert was relentless. Even as his lungs demanded fresh air, he did his best to fill them with the offensive odour. The Orc's large and warm armpit smothered his facial features while the moisture soaked into his own skin. His face was gradually adopting the Orc's scent while her strong taste was being engraved on his tongue as he kept lapping at her bushy pit.

It was a while later that the Orc finally pulled his head out after judging that he was done. The human was momentarily reluctant, however there was no way he could compete with the Orc's natural strength.

When he finally reappeared among the fresh air, he looked like he'd been through a storm. His hair was somehow in a mess, which just went to show their difference in size that made the Orc's armpit encompass a large portion of his face. It also showed how much of the grimy area he was made to cover with his small tongue.

Marcus' eyes were unfocussed as a direct effect of the potent stink. His tongue was hanging out from his mouth, while a few of the Orc's curly black pubic hairs were either wedged between his teeth or stuck to his tongue amidst a layer of murky orcish pit sweat.

His face was a poor sight to behold, however the worst part had to be the smell. Anyone would a functioning nose would be repulsed just from a whiff of the stench coating his face. The human in question put on a look as though he himself were greatly struggling with the potent musk that stained any semblance of fresh air that tried to make it into his lungs. Yet despite his obvious disgust, the pants that he'd "borrowed" from some unknow employee was almost struggling to contain his raging hard-one.

The Orcess paid no attention to the human's warped state of arousal and instead sniffed under her armpits while still holding onto his head.

"Mm, good job."

How could any amount of licking possibly remove the stench from her armpits? They still stunk badly, however they were undeniably a great deal better than they had been before. By orcish standards, the human had in fact done a good job of soaking up her stench, most of it at least. And boy was he paying for it. The stench clinging stubbornly to his nostrils was the most intense the human had smelled so far, to the point that he felt like his sinuses were on fire. Of course, this only stimulated his disoriented mind into further excitement.

"Now..."

The Orcess, whose name he still didn't know, got up from the bed after her brief evaluation of his services thus far, all while still holding onto Marcus’ head. The human slowly returned to himself to eventually see the large green Orc towering a few heads above him. Before he had the chance to marvel at her physical grandeur, his vision shifted as he was suddenly shoved downward!

"Do here."

Marcus was pushed down until he was put in a low posture before the large green woman. Suddenly in front of the human's face was a huge bulge covered by a worn out piece of fabric. It's height from the ground made it so that Marcus wouldn't have been able to reach it while fully kneeling, therefore the human was instead made to stoop low so that his eye level met with the Orc's crotch!

Already there was a stench overpowering his senses that was great enough to penetrate through and even overwhelm the pungent musk of the Orcess' pits soaking his face! It was a stench foul enough to make the human physically cringe as he actually fought back the urge to gag for the first time in a long time! However, this was far from the end up it.

As Marcus was trying to cope with the foul stench, that seemed to contain more than just musk, the Orc suddenly grabbed her undergarments, that could hardly be called such at this point, and quickly undid the single knot that was holding everything together. As soon as she got it loose, she then pulled the whole thing off her waist, and the moment she did, Marcus swore he saw the air in front of his face suddenly turn yellow!

The stench in the air instantly grew to almost double the intensity, Marcus was made to actually let out a gag that he couldn't stop from leaving his throat! Even the filthy fanatic wasn't expecting things to be at such a level, every second he spent in the Orc's company seemed to outdo the rumours that were often spread about their filthiness!

Marcus fought against the stench that threatened to wither his nose hairs and finally opened his eyes that had become irritated from he radiating stink. He was instantly met with an astounding sight.

This was far from the human's first time seeing certain parts on a female, as a matter of fact, this was how things were for the majority on non-human women. However, this was certainly his first time seeing a set of cock and balls this large and pronounced. He had been denied the opportunity to get up close and personal with a centaurs goods. However even if their massive equine cocks managed to trump the one before him in overall sized, there was no way they could beat it either in bulk, or it's horrendous state!

In his vision that was well trained in his time as a rogue, Marcus made out every gruelling detail on the Orc's genitals. Just like he'd heard, her sack was large, plump, smooth, and appeared to be absolutely packed with an unreasonable amount of virile goo. However, what he was focused on was the state of its exterior. Even without his unique vision, it was easy to make out the murky sweat trickling down the dark green sack.

With as little light in the room as there was, the bulbous gonads still reflected light of its surface via the slick, greasy coating covering it.

But it's visual representation was only one aspect, what was truly worth noting was the stench. Matthew was a man himself, as well as someone who regularly sought out the filthiest experiences he could. Therefore, he knew quite well what ball funk smelt like, and the stench burning his nostrils right now was certainly no ordinary ball funk.

It was like the combined musk of all the she-balls he’d snorted over the course of his whole career had been gathered together and left to marinate on the balls of the world's filthiest creature during many weeks of hard labour!

Such was a smell that was already enough to make his stomach churn, however that certainly wasn't the end of it!

Sitting right in front of the Orc's greasy gonads, and obscuring great deal of the plump sack from view, was her large, emphasis on large, green cock. Even while flaccid, the fleshy member was the size of two of Marcus' heads stacked on top of each other! And surrounding this flaccid mammoth prick was the yellow stench cloud that Marcus was now sure wasn't just an optical illusion!

Dicks obviously had a musk of their own, Marcus was certainly no stranger to such a concept. However, even though the musk on her cock was just as, if not more potent that what radiated from her grimy balls, it wasn’t this musk that was the source of the stink cloud surrounding the Orc's crotch, well not fully anyway.

What the human was focussed on as his expression warped was actually the thick build-up of very yellow cock cheese that could be seen poking through the inner rim of the Orc's lengthy foreskin! The sight of the curdled muck that even had stray pubic hairs submerged and sticking out was enough to make ones stomach churn. The gritty cheese looked as though it could come alive and start wriggling at any moment, and even Marcus was beginning to have second thoughts emerging in the back of his mind, however he was given neither the time nor opportunity for such regrets to properly take root.

"So slow."

The short spoken Orcess once again found the human’s hesitation displeasing, and so she did as before and gripped the back of his head in her large hand. All Marcus saw was a flash of dark green flying towards his face before said face was smothered in a hot, slimy, squishy feeling. The next thing he noticed was the heavy stench that was like the musk he'd been inhaling until now was suddenly peeled from the Orc's greasy nuts and pasted directly onto his sinuses!

A heavy stench unlike anything he'd smelt before caused the human's eyes to clench shut while tears gathered at the corners. His nose felt stuffed from the stench that was gaseous yet felt like a viscous mass as it fully occupied the space from the tip of his nostrils all the way into his lungs that were devoid of anything but the rancid stench of orcish crotch funk!

Every breath Marcus took was torture to his sinuses, yet his boner felt like it was about to rip through the fabric of his pants, or whoever's pants it was he was wearing.

Thankfully the Orc's rancid, cheese-coated cock had been pushed to the side when his face was shoved into her crotch. Her sweaty, greasy sack was completely plastered to his face, no doubt sparing him from a great deal of the stench emanating of the log-like smegma-slathered rod. Though this also meant that his facial features were being roughly grinded into her ball grime as she impatiently urged him to continue his service.

"Come on, lick!"

She was rather rough in her assertion, and Marcus who had walked himself into the current situation had no choice but to comply. As the muck of her greasy nut sack was rubbed all over his face, the human stuck his tongue out and began to lap at her smelly and warm scrotum.

‘Salty’ was the least of the words that could be used to describe the matured flavours of the Orc musky, grimy balls. Marcus's tongue almost jerked right back into his mouth on reflex as he caught a taste of the pungent cum factories that had spent who knows how long stewing in the foul brine that had built up on the Orc's steamy, sweaty crotch! It was truly revolting in its own unique way, the greasy orcish nut funk coated his entire tongue after one lick and violently assaulted his tastebuds!

As was mentioned before, the human had his fair share of experience with foot sweat from some of the funkiest feet. Yet even that couldn't describe the current taste in his mouth. The smell of the funky gonads clearly wasn't for show, the taste of the grime coating the unwashed sack was foul enough to make Marcus's throat spasm.

"Faster."

The Orc seemed to grow slightly annoyed as she began grinding the human's face into her nuts even faster and hander. His entire face and most of his head was smothered by her hot, moist crotch while all of his senses were overwhelmed by her heavy stench.

Marcus desperately stuck his tongue out and got to work. His brain rejected every second of the disgusting act while his own precum was leaking down his thighs at this point from the overwhelming stimulation.

Thick layers of greasy, salty, funky ball grime were scraped off with each passing of the human's desperately lapping tongue. The muck obviously had nowhere to go but inside his mouth, and it was a true struggle for him to swallow the reconstituted filth down his unwilling gullet. His throat actually itched as the funky swill trickled down his gullet. He was slowly forgetting the smell of fresh air as he desperately huffed against the Orc's large nuts, his lungs savouring whatever befouled oxygen it could accumulate as the human's face remained plastered to the cannon-ball sized balls.

Marcus was forced to contend with the Orcess' grip on his head as he made his way into every crease and crevasse of her crotch that his tongue could reach. Ignoring her cock that would definitely spell doom for his consciousness, the human lapped up the muck as desperately as he could.

No matter his efforts though, his face was still roughly grinded into the plump, greasy sack, causing his face to pick up additional layers of the Orcess' musk. Every breath he took was growing heavier and heavier with her stench, and it didn't seem like it would let up anytime soon.

This continued until the human finally felt like his saliva had replaced most of what was coating the bloated green balls. Naturally the stench was in no way easy to remove, however a markable improvement was made after most of the grime and filth once coating the nuts was left stewing in his belly.

The crotch funk and murky sweat coating his tongue constantly attacked his tastebuds while layers of greasy ball sweat coated the walls of his throat. Every breath he took and every puff of air that left his mouth was absolutely stained with the stench of the Orc's fermented crotch funk.

Marcus's eyes were dizzy and unfocussed after a nut polishing session that lasted too long in his opinion. The filth fanatic of a human was forced to admit that at some small way, he had truly underestimated the filth that an Orc could produce. It was to the point that even he was having thoughts of calling it quits right here, or at least taking a break until he could reorganise his bearings, maybe return at a later time when his own endurance had improved.

Unfortunately for Marcus, the choice was soon to be out of his hands entirely. Just as the human was inwardly relieved to finally be done with his licking and was prepared to finally remove his face from the large green orbs, he was absolutely startled when he felt something suddenly clasp around his neck!

So be it if it was the Orc's hand, she was already being pretty heavy handed, and Marcus was at least confident in being able to escape her grasp if he really wanted to. However, the feeling on his neck was in no way like the grasp of the Orc that he'd already experience plenty enough of.

The human hurriedly raised his hand to inspect the thing around his neck, and the shape of it that was transmitted through his fingers caused a chill to crawl down his spine! He seemed to completely forget about the stench of the Orc's musky crotch dominating his airways, his eyes shook as he slowly looked back up to the Orcess who was in turn looking back down at him, except that her expression was completely different to the one she had on before.

Her gaze that was somewhat dim-witted before now appeared like that of a lioness whose patience had finally paid off as she looked at the prey she'd successfully caught. This expression immediately caused Marcus' heart to sink as he involuntarily fiddled with the item around his neck, a slave collar, and a rather well-crafted one at that!

"Looks like I've caught myself a rather interesting pet, what's your class?"

"Rogue."

Once again, Marcus was startled. This was not only because of the Orc's words that sounded much more eloquent before, but also because of how quickly and honestly he had answered her question. A person's class was one of their most carefully guarded secrets for obvious reasons, the fact he'd so quickly and "willingly" revealed such information to the Orcess whose name he still had yet to learn meant one thing; the inscriptions on the collar had already taken effect!

From this moment forth, Marcus was officially a slave of the Orcess, both figuratively and literally!

The slave collar, especially one of such quality, made it so that he would always follow the orders of his "master" no matter how extreme they may be. Meaning that the human was now truly at the mercy of the large green dom until she decided to release him, if at all!

"Wh-why did you put this..."

"The collar? Well, I was just thinking that I could really use a decent slave, but the laws are so strict these days that I was at my wits end, however, you thankfully came along just at the right time."

Slave trade had been made illegal in most parts of the continent, including where they were currently, therefore it was a difficult task to acquire a slave without alerting the local authorities. However, like with most things, there were unconventional ways to get around these restrictions.

"I noticed you were a Rogue from the moment you walked in, from your dim presence to the way your steps barely made a sound, you have no idea how excited I was. Now, since you're a Rogue, you can naturally cast [Camouflage], right."

Marcus involuntarily nodded his head, to which the Orc showed a happy expression.

"Perfect! Then go ahead and camouflage the collar."

Such was one of the means mentioned before. Marcus wanted nothing more than to flee the scene and find some way to rip the collar off his neck, however his body refused to listen to him, and he instead was forced to watch his hands form complex seals before one of his fingers was placed on the colour. From there, a strange phenomenon occurred where it appeared as though the collar slowly faded out of existence before vanishing completely, as if it was never there. However, even if one could now clearly see his neck, a quick feel was all it took to realise that the collar was still there, and this unfortunately meant that the human was still under its spell even if one couldn't see it!

This was one of the ways in which slavers often got away with running their trade these days. The layman guard would hardly be able to notice such a ruse unless there was a magician present that could cast dispel magic. Obviously, no matter how rich a kingdom may be, it was a tall order to station a capable magician in regular town guards.

All of this lead to a situation where underground slave trade was flourishing despite the country's best efforts to quell it, and it was for this reason that Marcus himself had now been caught!

"Don't worry, I won't be selling you. After that wonderful service you just performed, I think I'll keep you for myself."

Marcus wasn't able to decide whether he should be thankful or dismayed for the Orcess' consideration, he was simply trying to wrap his head around the fact that his life had so easily fallen into another person's hands! However, he wasn't given much time to dwell on his grievances.

"And speaking of service, I think you were in the middle of something."

A terribly foul smell assaulted the human's nose and instantly pulled him out of his musings! In the time that he was recovering from the recent bomb shell, he had almost completely forgotten that he was in the middle of servicing the Orc's vile package!

As her balls had already been spit-shined to satisfaction, the Orcess instead brought her cock before the face of the human who was forced to remain kneeling until he received instructions from his "master".

"Awww, is the stink too much for my little pet?"

The Orc spoke in an aggravatingly condescending way when she saw how Marcus' face warped as her cock stink washed over him.

The human was aggrieved as he was once again made to face the large green log of dense she-meat. The putrid stench threatening to melt his sinuses was a direct result of the thick layer of yellowed muck peeking out of the Orc's foreskin!

It was a stench countless times more vile than all of her musk combined, and even as a seasoned filth fanatic, the smell was enough to make his stomach churn as he constantly fought back the urge to gag!

"Say, I never got your name."

"Ma-aulgghh! Marcus!"

He was forced to open his mouth to answer the Orcess and was forced to gag as he caught a whiff of her curdled cock filth as he did so. Seeing tears form in his eyes as he desperately pinched his nose in an attempt to ward of the smell that was literally causing the surrounding air to be stained yellow, the Orcess was greatly amused.

"Well Mark, I'm your new master, Ruth, but you can just call me "Mistress"."

Marcus really didn't care what she was called at this point, he just wished desperately that she would remove her revolting cock from his face so that he could regain his bearings and try to figure a way out of this mess! Unfortunately, the Orc decided to do the opposite.

"Hmm, you seem to be having trouble with my smell, and we can't have that. You need to get used to it pretty soon, so why don't you get your nose in there and take a good whiff."

Marcus mind almost went blank when her words registered in his brain!

"Wha-!!"

Before he could even ask again, his body suddenly moved on its own. His hand went right for the head of Ruth's cock that was much bigger than his clenched fist. His thumbs sunk into the long foreskin, the slimy inner texture causing his blood to run cold as he slowly stretched it open. The sight that greeted him was much worse than he'd ever thought!

Marcus had witnessed his fair share of smegma, he'd even had the luxury of tasting it once before, however he had sworn off the stuff until he developed a greater stomach for filth after almost throwing up!

Now he was face to face with the curdled muck once again, except things were much, much different this time.

The head of the Orc's cock was a dark red colour, or at least that was Marcus's guess. It was simply too hard to tell under the endless layers of rotted spunk and other bodily fluids that sat fermenting under the Orc's leathery phimosis! From the moment he'd opened it up, a great warmth washed over his face along with an ungodly stench that caused his eyes and nose to burn on contact!

Within the darkness of the inner foreskin, countless clumps of off-white and straight up yellow filth was greasily smeared all over the bulbous glans while behind in sat an incredibly thick build-up of the rancid, clumpy paste!

It was a sight that made Marcus queasy to his core, and it was now that he realised that there were still thing's in the world that could make him feel sick to his stomach. It turns out that he didn't possess as much of an iron stomach as he once thought. And unfortunately, it seemed like he was about to acquire it the hard way.

Marcus may have seemed to forget about the Orc's command, however his body certainly didn't. The human tried to reel back from the awful sight, however his head remained steadfast with his face pointing forward as he quickly brought it closer to the gaping phimosis.

The stench got stronger and stronger, just as Marcus was about to gag for real, the foreskin was pulled wider, and his head bolted forward until the tip of his nose touched the slimy, cheese-coated glans!

Marcus let out an audible scream, however this scream was soon muffled as the foreskin that was held open all this while was suddenly let go, to where it closed over the front of his face!

The human’s eyes dilated and trembled as the slimy feeling coated his cheeks while his nose and mouth were bathed in a moist and hot feeling. That was far from the end of it though, as he planted a slimy peck of the rancid glans, his body further carried out the Orcess' command and he involuntarily took a deep, deep breath. It was to the point that the Orc's foreskin actually shrivelled from the force of his suction. And that was when the smell truly and finally hit him!

Marcus' eyes almost rolled up at that very moment! The horrid stench was truly hard to describe. Through all his years enacting his most filthy fantasies with random women around town, what he experienced had never come close to the revolting smell currently clogging his airways.

SNORT~

Marcus honestly couldn't remember the last time before now that he had actually gagged, even more so for a gagging and retching fit like what he was currently experiencing!

With her foreskin clinging to his face, the human was fed the direct, unfiltered stench of the Orcess' rotten dick cheese, which he directly snorted into his sinuses against his will. There was no telling how long the Orcess had been building such a thick collection of fermenting jizz, however one thing that was for certain was that the resulting product should have never come near another living creature.

“Ueellgghh!!”

Marcus's stomach continuously lurched as his lungs inflated and deflated with the pure stink of Ruth's curdled smegma.

The horrible stink was actually messing with his brain to the point that felt like he was seeing stars, however despite this his nose continued to breath in the atrocious smell.

"I must say, you're doing pretty well. The last time I tried to capture a slave, all it took was one look at to cheesy cock to make him vomit. Yet here you are snorting it right up without an issue."

Marcus would definitely disagree with that last part if he could actually think straight! The slimy glans continuously brushed against the human's nose and mouth while his cheeks were heavily stained in the slimier, fresher stuff. His entire lower face was masked by the Orcess' foreskin as he desperately huffed the stench of her smegma directly from the source.

This continued for a while, the human's eyes continuously shook while his stomach heaved as he breathed in the filth. The Orc's inner foreskin stickily clung to his face, causing it to inflate and deflate with every breath the human took. Even though Marcus was trained in holding his breath for long periods of time, he was still starting to grow woozy from continuously inhaling nothing but the rotten stench of the Orc's smegma. His consciousness was teetering on the edge when she finally let him go.

"Alright, that's enough of that."

“Ueelghh!! Hurk-koff-koff!”

As soon as her words fell, so did the human. Ruth's phimosis unstuck from his face and he double over, violently retching and gagging to the point where he started coughing! The human tried desperately to get fresh air into his lungs, however even though he was finally resupplied with proper oxygen, the air itself was still polluted with the rank stench of orcish smegma.

All around the rims of his nostrils and even inside there were small clumps and smears of the fetid cock cheese. His lips and cheeks were also stained with the vile stuff!

Marcus made an attempt to clear the filth from his face, however his hand froze in front of his nose at the Orc's next words.

"Stay like that, you're gonna have to get use to the smell sooner or later, so it might as well be sooner, oh, and make sure to breathe through your nose, otherwise what's the point, right?"

In that way the human was made to endure the vile stench along with the uncomfortable feeling of the greasy slop on his face. Every breath he took was olfactory torture on his sinuses. With no other outlet with which to express his disgust, all he could do was gag incessantly, hoping that the muck on his lips didn't get into his mouth as he did so.

"What's wrong? I thought you loved filth."

Marcus suddenly froze for the umpteenth time in the last hour when he heard the Orc's words. As far as he could recall, he had never once met an Orc in his life, yet Ruth words suggested that she already knew about him.

"Why do you look so surprised? A strange human that goes around town paying any woman he can to do filthy things for his pleasure. Do you really think word wouldn't get around after all of your recent activity? The reason I even came to this town was actually to try and get my hands on you, but even I didn't expect you to come flying in like a moth to a flame so quickly. Honestly, for a rogue, you're really sloppy when it comes to things outside of your work. I would tell you to work on that, but since I've already got my hands on you, none of that really matters now."

After her long tirade where many things were revealed in a short time, Marcus was left crestfallen, seeing as his current dilemma was a result of his interests getting the better of him.

While the human coped, the Orcess walked over to his prostrating form and proceeded to turn around with her large rear pointed at his face that was still warped in disgust from the terrible stench of her cock filth.

"That's enough of a break, it's time for you to get back to work, after all, I'm paying good money for this room service."

Even his dignity was being trampled as the Orcess found amusement in his situation. While the human was still contending the stench of her smegma, the Orc suddenly pulled her large, green, doughy butt cheeks apart, and out wafted a warmth and stench that could even contend with the foul stink that was already plaguing Marcus' nostrils!

The human involuntarily reeled back while squinting his eyes and pressing the back of his hand to his nose. Unfortunately, this instinctive action caused the clumpy smegma to be pressed even further into his nose, however, Marcus had much worse things to deal with than the increased smell.

The human had sniffed and licked more butts than he could count, therefore he was already familiar with how foul an ass could get. Yet his standards were shattered when he laid eyes on the Orcess' greasy cavern of an ass crack! It was like all the sweat, filth and grime that'd he' licked off of her balls just now was multiplied threefold and placed between the large doughy cheeks where it was left to mature for who knows how long.

Just from spreading her ass apart, long webs, that were surely composed of much more than just sweat, arched across the gulch between her cheeks before gradually oozing down lower and lower under their own weight.

Within the deep crack was the Orc's lady parts that sat just above her bloated cum factories. Like her cock and balls, the exterior lips were dark green while the inner folds were a bright pink. Further above was the wrinkled asshole that was an even darker shade of green that her cock. It was a large hole that looked like a human fist could easily fit inside.

And of course, the inside of the deep crack was moist and greasy.

The new smell that had join the myriad of others filling the human's nose was different from that of Ruth's smegma, however it was no less foul. It was reminiscent of her crotch musk, except that it was somehow even heavier and a great deal more potent! The powerful stench was like steam washing over the human's head, his face that was already warped from the previous terrible smells, further crumpled as he was put face to face with the Orcess' extreme swamp ass!

"I honestly didn't expect you to come over so soon, so I went on a short quest for a bit of exercise, and as you can see, I developed a bit of swamp butt along the way."

Marcus was beginning to wonder if the eloquent Orcess really knew what "a bit" meant. The sight he was seeing now was hard to describe as simple swamp ass, at least he had never seen a butt crack reach such an advanced state!

"Well, don't just stand around, get to cleaning."

"Hurk-!"

Marcus wanted to protest, however his body refused to listen to him as it carried him towards the Orcess' waiting crack. He used his will to fight desperately against his actions, however, without even any time to prepare himself mentally, he kept crawling forward, his head moving closer and closer to the Orc's sweaty rear, the smell becoming more and more unbearably potent, until finally…

Schlorp~!

With a sickening wet noise, his face was almost literally sucked right into the moist, steamy, smelly gulch of Ruth's ass!

"!!!!!!"

Barely half a second later, a musk more potent than all the ones before it assaulted his sinuses, however, the human's loud reaction was quickly cut off and muffled when the Orcess let go of her doughy ass cheeks and allowed them to close over the human's head.

Marcus was buried in a darkness that was plagued by an endless smog of foul musk, in fact, it was questionable if what he was smelling could even still be called “musk” at this point! "Swamp ass" was truly an apt description as he felt like he'd shoved his head into the mud of an actual toxic swamp!

It was already hard to breath with his face smothered as it was, every laboured breath he took was absolutely ripe with a stench that could probably be produced by no other creature than the one he now called master! It was heavy, thick, murky, and above all, foul. It was almost hallucinogenic in the way that it burned his lungs before making his head dizzy to the point that he had optical illusions of the most foul colours his mind could fathom.

"Deeeeep breaths now."

Even when all sound from the outside world was muffled by the warm, sopping ass cheeks against his ears, the high quality collar ensured that the human followed all commands without fail. With her command to breathe through his nose still in effect, the human strongly inhaled the stench of the Orc's crack. His eyes shook once more as his sinuses felt like they were on fire. The human dry heaved, his nose constantly snorted up droplets of the Orc's greasy ass sweat that continuously cascaded down her crack. The murky butt sweat mixed with and melted the smegma in his nostrils and formed a sloppy swill that soaked his nose hairs and flowed down his nose!

As a result of the height difference, Marcus was forced to tilt his head upwards as he huffed the Orc's gnarly butt funk, this inevitable lead to the foul mixture running straight down into his nasal cavity where his sinuses were stained with the combination of awful smells!

Marcus was slowly losing his mind, not only from the atrocity of the experience but also from the lack of fresh air that he was once again made to experience as he snorted the rank stench from Ruth's foul crack. Unfortunately for him, his situation was about to get even worse.

"Are you avoiding my hole on purpose? Get in there with your nose and get a good whiff."

The cruel command caused the already suffering human to raise his head even further until his smegma-stained nostrils were right over the Orc's dark anus!

"!!!"

A silent scream echoed in the valley of the Orc's butt as Marcus was made to savour the pure, unfiltered stench of her hole! This was undoubtedly the spot where the stench was most concentrated. Marcus' pecker that had been standing erect had gone soft some time ago, the stench proved too much even for him that his arousal had more or less dissipated completely, yet the scent of the Orcess' crapper made him feel like his cock was about to shrivel up and recede!

The whites of his eyes were showing as the human zealously huffed at the Orc's hole while said Orc was flexing his wrinkly shit ring against his gaping nostrils, making sounds of pleasure as if she was enjoying his life breath brushing again her foul crapper.

The human felt himself falling deeper and deeper into a narcotic state. The Orc's stench was like a drug that brough with it nothing but an aggressively negative impact on his sense of smell. Time seemed to stretch on infinitely, he had no idea how long he had spent kneeling behind her with his head buried in the crack of her ass, breathing in with all his effort nothing but her rancid ass musk. It wasn't until it finally happened that the human's fading consciousness returned to him in the most abrupt way.

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Like a geyser expelling a deadly smog, a thick stream of insanely hot, thick, creamy gas suddenly gushed from the Orc's hole that had only flexed open for but a moment! Marcus's eyes fluttered while his cheeks actually inflated from the butt vapour that was pumped straight into his nostrils with a great amount of force!

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It wasn't until the wet, sputtery noise that crackled against his nostrils finally tapered off that the human finally reacted. His hands actually flew up and grabbed at the underside of the Orc's doughy cheeks as if he were about to pull his head free! It was a reaction that should logically be impossible under the effects of the collar, however there were times when one's will could create a great enough surge to momentarily break free of the collar's control. This usually occurs when the slave was under an unbelievable degree of distress, much like Marcus currently was after inhaling most of the Orc's horrendously rancid fart!

“Gluueerrkk!!”

The human gagged so loud that it could be heard even beyond the doughy green ass cheeks swallowing his head. His limbs, and especially his hand holding onto the fleshy cheeks trembled, however, in the end there was only so much a slave could accomplish through a sudden surge of will. And as expected, he was unable to pull his face free of the stinky, swampy prison in the end, his hands flopping uselessly to his side as his stomach violently lurched.

Unbelievably, the human's pecker sprung back to life at this very moment! It was as though his torture had bypassed a certain threshold and arousal had returned to accompany his disgust once again. Except this arousal was fully subconscious, Marcus was in no way enjoying any of what was currently happening.

This could be seen as a testament to the foulness the filthy fanatic was now experiencing, as a matter of fact, his body would probably be convulsing now if it actually still listened to him!

The stench currently plaguing his airways was hands down, without a doubt the worst thing Marcus had ever smelt. Forget about all the foul experiences he'd had in life up to this point, the stench that was now causing his nose hairs to wither probably trumped all of them combine!

Rotten eggs, expired dairy, vegetables left in a dumpster for a week until they become brown and melted, a sack of fermented rotting potatoes left to germinate in a slum sewer, no matter what type of analogy passed through his mind, none could describe the awful stink of the Orcess' vapid shit fumes! Even all of them combined into one probably didn't hold a candle to the atrocious smell that actually made him curse his persevering consciousness!

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"Oof, that one was warm, make sure to sniff that up for me."

Without warning and before the human could even begin to stabilize himself, a much smaller, yet infinitely hotter and much more moist puff of gas spurted from the Orc's pestilent shithole!

They say that an unsuccessful attempt to break free of the collars' grasp would cause any proceeding tries to be much more difficult, yet one certainly wouldn't be able to tell with the way Marcus suddenly began desperately clawing at the Orc's behind. His fingers pressed into her fleshy green cheeks where even the outside was moist with butt sweat. It was already pretty hot out during the day in this region, and the Orcess seemed especially susceptible to the heat as she seemed to sweat constantly. This made it so that Marcus' head, and especially his face, was constantly bathed in a sauna composed of the most atrocious smells known to man!

Even as he still failed to pull his head from Ruth's ass, his hands still kept weekly and unsuccessfully nudging at her bouncy globes. Meanwhile the Orcess simply stood in place as though she didn’t feel a thing.

The effects of the most recent fart that spewed from her behind were no less than the first. The comparatively smaller puff of gas was warmer, more moist, and unbelievably sticky as it refused to move away from the area surrounding the Orc's hole, and subsequently Marcus' nose. The gas was like a creamy broth that almost glowed in a shade that was a mix of bright yellow and toxic green.

The noxious gas heated up his nostrils and stung his eyes as tears trailed down his butt-sweat stained cheeks.

The human was truly teetering on the edge of consciousness now, his eyes were rolled up while his pupils contracted and shook. His throat convulsed in conjunction with his heaving stomach.

The hot, soupy gas bathed his tongue in a terrible flavour that was even worse than that of the Orcess’ ass and crotch funk combined. His tastebuds were already screaming in agony from the flavour that could only be described as worse than raw sewerage, however, it seemed that Ruth was still unsatisfied with his current degree of torment.

*gurgle*

"Hmm, got a bit of a feisty one brewing here, you better catch this one with your mouth, or we might just get kicked out."

Marcus was aghast to find his mouth opening against his will. No matter how much he pleaded with himself, all his tears did was wet the already moist interior of the Orcess' greasy crack as his lips fell into position over the twitching green hole.

"Make sure to chug these as soon as they come out, I don't wanna catch even a whiff of 'em."

Her follow up command caused his to apply suction to the disgusted kiss he was planting of her filthy hole. The human knelt waiting in trepidation, until the large green pooper finally went off.

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A short yet powerful burst of rancid butt fumes rocketed right past his open maw and straight down his gullet! The loud gag that tried to leave his throat was pushed down by the spew of rancid yellowish brown gas that was almost thick enough to bit into!

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The follow up blast caused his throat to puff up while his tastebuds were further sizzled in a flavour that made him question if this was what the inside of a manure compost tasted like. Marcus violently retched, causing the cloud of rancid shit smog to refill his mouth as it was belched back out of his throat, just in time for the third blast to push it right back down.

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It came out as a double tap blast that was each as hot and creamy as the second fart Ruth had pumped into his nostrils! The greasy fart air slowly dyed Marcus's airways in a colour that would easily make one nauseous. The plume of soupy butt broth joined with the rest of the rotten gas inside the human's stomach, causing his belly to feel warm and bloated. Swirling around inside was a thickly shaded cloud of pure anal spew straight from the behind of the Orc currently smothering his face. The gas that climbed up his nostrils caused his sinuses to suffer while his nose hairs had probably been charred into powder at this point.

Marcus had never gagged so violently in his life, neither had he ever wished so desperately to be rendered unconscious. Every waking moment as the Orcess' slave was a new torture that was worse than the last. It made the human question every unconventional action he'd taken that lead up to this moment.

At least, he was soon about to have at least one of his wishes granted.

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A gruelling, guttural blast of pure olfactory hell suddenly spewed from the Orc's gaping shitter! Marcus' eyes went wide while his cheeks puffed out even wider, the blazing hot shit vapour filled his throat in an instant while his lungs inflated at an astonishing speed! The gas swirling around in his belly was kicked up by a gust of hot fumes that was an even deeper shade of disgusting yellowish brown.

The fart droned on and on, rocking the human's eardrums and rattling his brain. His taste buds were cooked in that rancid stench while his nose was actually going numb. Marcus slowly lost his ability to think straight as his body involuntarily spasmed both from the force of the fart as well as the intense effect it was having on his senses!

Gulp after unwilling gulp positioned more and more of the vile gas inside his bloated belly after his lungs had reached max capacity. The human desperately chugged the vapid fume's straight from Ruth's spewing green hole against his will until the massive fart finally came to an end.

BRRAarRRTTRrttBRRArrRRGGGggPPPrRROrrrrrrrr

"Phew, that one made my shithole tingle, haha! Hey you still alive, slave?"

The Orc jubilantly patted her stomach after the release of the fart that was simply "big" by her standards while being "catastrophic" by anyone else's! She looked back over her shoulder to where the human's head was lost withing her bouncy glutes, yet strangely she received no answer. Of course, his lips were still sucking on her hole, however that wouldn't stop the human from answering her... at least if he were still conscious.

The Orc gave her ass a wiggle, jostling around the human's head that was trapped inside until his lips finally detached from her steaming hole. From there, he slowly fell backwards after his head slid free of her swampy crack, layers of her funky as sweat and grime coating every square inch of his face. Just like that, he fell back unto the hardwood floor, completely unresponsive and presumed dead were it not for the constant heaving of his chest. Just like she'd thought, and as was to be expected, he'd been completely knocked out after that last anal expulsion!

His body still responded to get as much proper air into his system as it could, though that would be difficult given the amount of musk and fart residue coating his facial orifices.

Strangely enough the crotch area of the pants that the human had "borrowed" from the nameless employee was stained while his erection could be seen throbbing and jerking within.

"Damn, I guess you really are a filthy freak at heart after all. We're definitely going to have to work on your endurance though, you didn’t even lick my swamp ass clean."

As she said this, the Orcess stooped down near the human's unconscious body. She then reached forward and caressed the collar around his neck that had lost his camouflage at the same time that he'd passed out.

"Thankfully, we have all the time in the world... Oh fuck, that egg soup is nothing short of foul coming out the other end."

The Orc scrunched her face and fanned her nose when she caught a whiff of the deep yellowish brown smog ascending from the human's open mouth like steam from freshly made cup of tea.

*gurgle*

A concerning rumble suddenly sounded from the Orc's large gut.

"Oh, just when I was wondering when your feed was gonna be ready. Well, sleep tight, you can always have your fill when you wake up."

Instead of a kiss on the cheek, the Orc instead turned her ass toward the human’s head and let out one final, "small" toot that bathed his face in a cloud of brown smog. The stench was enough to make him convulse even in his unconscious state.

As Ruth got back up and went to continue maintenance on her equipment, Marcus remained on the floor, his eyes rolled up and heavily discoloured foam coating the side of his mouth. The poor human still had no idea yet of the many atrocities waiting for him in his new life as an Orc's slave.

To be continued…