Script: An Orc an Elf and a Spear

An Orc an Elf and a Spear
[light LPH, orc/elf, slave, shaming, fantasy]



[amused chuckle] You might be a large fellow, but you look down right pathetic all alone like that. How many of your kind fell to our arrows before the rest turned tail? Two, three hundred? I swear I must have felled a score myself. It's too easy, really. The way you brutes just fumble around in the woods, why, we could have taken you blindfolded you make so much noise. And those broad shoulders and meaty chests you love to puff up so much make such splendid targets...

Yes, but you know all about that. You brought your little throng here and thought we would simply roll over, didn't you? That's what you said, right? "We'll burn you out and ravage the lot of you in a week," yes, that's what you said.
Not talking so big now though, aren't you? No, the big bad orc chieftain seems to have lost his voice now that all his big bad friends have left him in the hands of, oh, what was it you called us? "Pansy little knife-ears?" That's what my knife-ears heard you say, and my hearing is pretty damn sharp.

Well, my stupid little friend, you are going to pay for your insults. For all your bluster and boasting, I. Own. You.
You're not even a slave, no, you're my pet. A mind as small as yours is unsuited for anything but destruction, and as you have seen, we can do that ourselves. So from now on, your sole purpose in life is to amuse me.

Now, on your knees. Put your hands on the ground, too. My, but you look comfortable down there. You really are an animal, how does it feel to return to your natural state? But animal or not, I'll not have you stinking up my home with your reek. I'm taking you to the river to try and wash some of the stink off you. Come now, it's not far, and you should be getting used to shuffling down there anyway.
So, pet, off with those rags you try to pass off for clothes. An animal like you doesn't deserve such luxuries, so strip! I've got a bucket of lye and a horse brush with your name on it. We're going to get you smelling of roses in no time-

Hmm? [unladylike snort] Oh my, look at that thing. Walking on all fours is going to be hell for you, isn't it? That sausage will be scraping against the ground like a dangling rope!

Stand up, stand up; I want a better look.

[laugh and clap hands] This is rich, I knew orcs were beasts, but I didn't think you were part donkey!
This explains everything, doesn't it? A big, stupid brute like you must think you're the gods' gift to females everywhere. Is that why you were coming to "ravage" us? Hmm? You let this head lead you instead of that pea-brained rock you call a skull? Bet you thought you were too good for those bloated whores you orcs call women, didn't you? Catch a glimpse of an elf and chase her all the way here?
That's what happened, isn't it? You were fucking some fat, flea-infested she-orc with that kickstand and realized what you were missing out on, didn't you?

You wanted to stuff that monster between the delicate lips of an elven pussy, finally getting a chance to cum in something you won't catch a disease from. "Ravage use all in a week," you said, ridiculous.

Just look at this thing [slapping sound] It's like a waterlogged rope. [slapping again] Look at the fucker swing. Meaty bastard, too. I can juuuuust get my fingers around it. Maybe if I squeeze it a bit I can-

Oh, you like that? I can feel it pulsing, are you getting hard? Are you actually getting hard? [slapping sound] A pansy elf slaps your dick and you fucking like it? [occasional slaps to punctuate dialogue, just use your best judgement]

You want to ravage ME now, don't you? You want to shove that beast in my pussy until I bleed, don't you? You want to leave me twisted up on the ground, pouring your bubbling ooze out of ever hole.

Gods, you could use this fucker as a spear. Forget the bath, we're heading back to camp.

And don't you fucking think of getting soft on me, orc. I want the whole troop to see what kind of fucker you really are.

Well, you came all this way, so let's show them what you've got. Come on, be a good boy and you might get some "ravaging" done after all.