She wanted to keep her eyes closed, to shut away the hateful, knowing look in the orc’s eyes as he moved her into position.  She heard a growl, one that did not come from directly by her ear, and opened her eyes to see that others watched.  She realized then that he was displaying her, letting them see her, making sure that they all saw her vulnerability.  The blush that covered her body from the strange heat that was growing inside of her burned her face, betraying the deep shame she felt.<br/><br/>Shaelee was almost grateful when he moved closer, his enormous frame blocking the view of those that watched.  Almost.  Until she felt the press of his thick sex against her petals.  The pressure built until she whined in pain, his attempt to penetrate her crushing her untouched flower before finally, with a sudden thrust and burst of pressure, her body gave way.  For a moment, half of a heartbeat, there was only a new pressure, a sensation of fullness like nothing Shaelee had ever imagined.  Then the pain came.<br/><br/>Had she been able to breath her scream would have pierced the air, sharp as broken glass.  Instead she only gasped soundlessly, her fingers bloodied as she clawed at the wall, twisting her body to escape the pain though she was not trying to get away.  Tears flowed copiously down her cheeks, her blue eyes burning brightly with her agony and humiliation.  Her first breath was a choked cry, the pain already beginning to fade.  What had felt like she had been rent in two at first was easing back into something less searing, something that left her trembling and whimpering, every breath a hiccupping sob.<br/><br/>When he moved everything changed.  Shaelee felt as if her insides were being tugged as he withdrew from her.  She whimpered in disbelief and denial at the far from unpleasant sensation, her body tensing.  “No,” she whispered.  “Please… no…”  She wasn’t talking to the orc, but to the goddess that she had reluctantly served.  She was being punished, she was sure of it.  This was not supposed to be like this.<br/><br/>Her shame shone in her eyes, burned in her skin.  She didn’t want this.  She couldn’t want this.  It was obscene!  She turned her face away, her forehead pressed against the stone, her hair obscuring her as she sobbed and gasped with a mixture of pain, shame and pleasure as the beast began to truly use her.