Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-34263048-20200130000145/@comment-32347114-20200205094256

I take a deep, long hard thought as to how I can deal with these two swines. As far as I knew, if you dominated them in some way, they'd quickly become submissive instead of horny animals...

Which lead me to a rather genius (if crude) idea to both make it out of this encounter without being a sex slave and keep my stubborn ass companion (hahageddit)  Knowing I wouldn't be able to overwhelm them with raw power, I instead opt to quickly take some rope, oil, and a baton I had carried with me for good luck. Making haste, I quickly set up the traps while being careful not to let the orcs see me-though they could sniff me out, so I had to get going.

Eventually, I was caught- and made a short break for it. "Get back here! Come over so we can make you ours!" The first orc says, as I use my memory to avoid the trap I set. The orc was too preoccupied with making me her fucktoy to notice the snare until it was too late, immediately being ensnared and letting out a squeal. However, this squeal quickly turned into soft moans as I unleashed phase 2 of my plan, using the oil as a lubricant-I'm trying to survive, but I'm not a heartless prick. Most of the time, anyway.

While her compatriot was being sexually tortured through being teased to no end with the rope, I immediately grab a fallen stick and bang it repeatedly to get the orc's attention. Once she gave chase, i quickly used the remainder of the oil-leaving some left to trip her up, and sighed. This baton had been with me for years, and now I was going to sully it for my own survival. Lubing it up, I insert it right into my would-be assailant's ass. More squealing, as I deftly move my fingers to torment her the way I did her friend- torment being a rather harsh word.

When my plan was done, I was left with two moaning orcs laying on the ground, spasming from the pleasure I had given them. I prepare to mount my equine frenemy, only to see them get up, and sigh. However, the look in their eyes was of....submission?

"M-master....can we...come with you...?"

Oh boy. I let out a sigh, and shrug. "Don't eat my friend/mortal foe here, and...sure."

And so, I set out with two would-be assailants turned submissive girls. Strange day, but they helped with hunting and defense so I'm not really regretting keeping them.