There is no fathoming the depths of depravity and malevolence Rhodri would stoop down to. Somehow, amidst this sea of suffering, this camp of cries, and beholding two bloodied, battered women with dirt caked over their bodies and pus oozing out of their wounds... the parting of his robes revealed a hardened orc cock. Sexual arousal from others’ misery. Such unbridled evil.<br/><br/>His hands roughly gripped Brigid’s head of hair. His bulbous tip grazed her closed lips. The orc musk made Brigid nauseous and sick. She tasted bile at the back of her mouth...<br/><br/><i>There is no going out with dignity.</i><br/><br/>And then Rhodri tied her submission to her ‘pole-buddy’s’ fate. It seems everything about the spy must involve some iteration of threat or coercion or intimidation.<i>Why even bother? It’s not like I have a say in this. </i>She glanced sideways towards the amply-tattooed woman. She is nothing to Brigid: just another nameless co-victim, chewed and spit out by the Empire’s war machine. But Brigid still possessed a basic modicum of compassion.<i>Besides, I’m dead soon anyways. </i><br/><br/>He took the slight parting of her lips as a hearty invitation to enter. Brigid was at once overwhelmed by the hideous swamp green prick. The girth. The size. The stench.<br/><br/><i>This is not me</i>.<br/><br/>A sharp burning on her scalp was followed by an overbearing sensation of a massive object shoved down her throat. She let out an agonised cry and a gagged gurgle. But it only heralded the beginning. With helpless horror, Brigid realised he was wrapping her hair around his knuckles - like one would do with horse’s reins - and then began to<i>pump</i>her head and her face on his manhood. Unimaginable pain erupted in her neck, her jaw, her throat, her head... but nothing hurt more than the wound to her pride. A face fucking. This was more than humiliating, this was de-humanising.<br/><br/><i>This is not me</i>.<br/><br/>Her sanity was preserved thanks to the unlikely comradeship from the fanged woman in the form of her taunts. And the fact that he finished rather quickly - the cock started going limp soon as it emptied his salty jizz into her throat. And Brigid’s trump card...<i>my ultimate victory was ensured all along</i>.<br/><br/>When Rhodri finally let go of her, leaving Brigid doubled up - heaving and spluttering his fresh seed into the mud. But between spats of orc cum, Brigid croaked, “You’re fucking dead, you know? You sick fuck. You didn’t even realize you were drinking up my poison all these weeks... do you? All those potions. You’ll start with cramps in ‘bout two weeks... then you’ll begin shitting fresh blood... you gonna throw up everything you eat... And the best part? You won’t be able to get your pathetic prick hard anymore. I think my mouth is probably the last thing you ever get to fuck. And then... and then you’ll die. I... I took you down with me...”<br/><br/>The more she spoke the funnier this whole ordeal is to her. And she began to wheeze and laugh... looking up gaily at the half-orc with crazed eyes and cum leaking out the corners of her lips.<br/><br/>“Now do your worst, you fuck.”