Shadows flitted about this keep like flickering flames. Indeed, where the shadows cast longest were empty chambers still in disrepair, having been emptied and ruined by the onset of Scourge during the invasion. Much of the estate had yet to be reclaimed, but what did remained shadowed by the past. What wards once guaranteed the estate's vibrance gave way to the tinctures of looming night and ghastly grey. She'd know little warmth here.

These mitts afforded her pillowed her pawfalls against the stones, but wouldn't save her knees. She'd stand, but never in her master's presence, and never use her palms, lest she ruin what she touched, the forsaken instructed. Orcs in particular enjoyed no high positions in the household. Indeed, those belonged to elves alone, as they were the majority. If he had any family, she had seen none.

She'd never know this place from a high perspective. Hers was the eternal kneel; the space below the tables among the scraps, where she might scavenge using her teeth alone like a starving pup.

"Ah. You've found it." She was given no affirmative words nor touch. "We can thank the fact that you orcs have such... large mouths. The better to roar with, I'd think." He took it from her maw, bony fingers-- some fleshless entirely, rapped against the surface, testing the tension and texture of the object. Intrigued, he withdrew a jar of clear fluid from a drawer.

"Every morning I'll see to it that you're ready for our lord. Alas, your kind is imperfect. But that is why I am here." He slipped the end of a handheld pump into a jar contained within the drawer, beyond her range of vision. "Turn around. Do busy that tongue of yours again. Wide laps, as he instructed. My legs are not so strong, but I may have others beat you if you require [i]encouragement."[/i]
[2020-02-24 23:31] *[user]Cadounda[/user] stared the forsaken directly in the... knee cap, she wasn't going to look up at him. Although the way he talked to her made her feel very much like the beast he referred to, perhaps it would be natural for him to bite his leg off and shake it around like the  very mutt she was supposed to be.. yet she didn't. Her self of importance, will had been dripping and draining every second she'd been here and thus she slowly turned on the spot, her mitts sliding across the floor until finally she faced away.

Her face lowered to the floor. The unforgiving stone staring back at her. The action itself raising her rear high into the air. Nothing hidden, everything on display. Clothes were for people. The pink muscle slithered from her maw to press against the floor and with that she began to lap it, the grimy taste of dirt and muck unmistakable despite how many times the floors were cleaned.
[2020-02-24 23:45] [user]Lord Ravensong[/user]: "No, not quite." The forsaken's voice lacked any edge of enmity. Monotone, he held himself as a servile man alone, dressed in the silks his station afforded him. Lordaeron was gone and its people changed, but the station he retained here was reminiscent of that he'd enjoyed in life.

Was it so strange that he adjusted so well to the twisted side of his duties too? He could look to her as a man bedragged by undeath, shorn of empathy, kindred to their master in their opinions on orc-kind.

Were he unshackled by etiquette, he'd have much to say to her in regards to her race. Such things were beyond him and better voiced by the one who owned her now. When he pitched his lips again, he croaked another demand.

"Harder, now. If that tongue's still pink by the time you rise again, you've done wrong. Cleaning so may save your life. Expect no feast. You will eat when you're permitted, nay, when you've earned it. In the absence of duty, you'll scavenge as a pup would."

He tsk'ed, "But pups need training, don't they? Need I remind you that your cunt won't serve you here? If may grow puffy, even soaked, but the moment your hands find it, you'll be severely reprimanded. He's not at all interested in seeing green bastards sprout from you." Fingers scant of all flesh besides sinuous strands of muscle bound by magic meandered along the instrument in his hand, spreading the thick, almost syrupy liquid up and along, down and around. Back and forth.

As he bent, he nudged the jar close to her flank and did the same, reaching into the jar, and spreading the fluid over her sphincter. His hand felt [i]cold[/i] to the touch. More than that, unlike any she'd felt before. The lack of flesh left him rigid, the inches graced by the grotesque indentations of bone and all else.

He next gave the pup her first tail, leaving the green bitch a cropped beast. She'd have nothing so majestic that'd swing or sashay along, tantalyzing and wondrous. Instead, the object he first began wedging past into her ass was driven in through a series of corkscrewed motions. Deeper, always deeper; the inches swam, and as they did, the wider her body was spread.

"Excuse the pain, dear. You'll grow used to it one day."

His words became an excuse to throw the object in more harshly. Slow, deliberate movements gave way to the final stretch. A series of harsher rotations and jabs that served to force her the ridges flanking the end past her asshole, leaving it speared and spread around a toy that sat stubbornly up her asshole; thick and round.

A tail would only distract from the sight of her misshapen asshole made to hold such.
[2020-02-24 23:57] *[user]Cadounda[/user] narrowed her eyes now that she could considering he couldn't see her face at this point. It didn't stop her tongue from doing its job though. Dragging across the floor to the point where tiny cuts risked forming. Still, it was the least of her concerns. She couldn't help but give out a small yelp as the cold fluid ran and treacled over her wrinkled star.

The worst was to come though as the plug began to invade and stretch, at first she found it bearable.. at least he had given her lubricant to ease its entry but that was only for the first inch or so. Each inch added spread her insides further and further until eventually her asshole had slurped up the whole plug, the base pressing against her flesh. Her teeth grit uncomfortably at the feeling of utter fullness over took her backpassage. The rim of the plug pulsing in and out as if her asshole was sucking on it until it finally settled and stood still deep in her rear. Her hips shuffled from side to side desperate to find comfort and yet she found none. A few seconds passed before finally.. she returned to the task of cleaning the floor.