<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><em>"Useful chains."</em><br/><br/>The orc grunted the thought as he watched the hefty chains shackle themselves to the exposed woman. He watched the ashen haired goddess drop to her knees and the brute wasted no time in closing the distance between them. The push the goddess had given him had been humiliating, and the orc wouldn't stand for being humiliated by a woman. The orcs grimy fingers gripped at her ashen hair, taking a firm grasp of her hair between his fingers as his other hand reached back.<br/><br/><em>Smack.</em><br/><br/>The orcs other hand skidded across her cheek, leaving it flushed red from the sudden slap. The blow to her face was just the first humiliation, however. Since with the pretty goddess on her knees the orc saw no reason to lift her back up so he could drill her cunt. Not when there was an equally as good throat-pussy waiting to be drilled. While the Goddess was so busy struggling against the shackles that were now binding her, restraining her, she probably should have struggled more against that <em>enormous</em> girth that was moving towards her delicate face. Again, the orc humiliated her. A ritual it was used to before it took it's prize. She'd feel it, the heat from that bulging dick, as the orc brought his cock right up against her face. The shaft resting across the side of her cheek as a droplet of that thick precum rolled off the tip and smeared across her eyebrow and temple.<br/><br/>A thought went through the orcs head and the shackles would respond instantly. Keeping her hands not only lowered, but restrained against her thighs. So that no matter how humiliated she was, how much she wanted to push him away, all she could do was remain kneeling there. Unable to even stop the orc, or contemplate stopping him, when his hips drew back and he brought that bulbous tip up against her delicate lips. The orc <em>force</em> her mouth open with his dick. That fat cockhead easing across her tongue, smearing precum over her tastebuds as the fat tool dived into her mouth. The very orc Irelia had been ready to smite to dusk.. soon buried his cock down her throat deep enough to leave her gagging and whimpering around his gargantuan rod. A rod so thick, and virile, that even if she <em>wanted</em> to bite down on him to cause him pain he was simply to thick.<br/><br/>Not to mention, with the way the orc gripped her ashen hair and started to thrust, the orc was using that mouth of hers as nothing more than a sleeve. He was fucking her throat exactly as he would fuck any cunt. Only,  in this case, it was her taste buds being soaked in the orcs <em>memorable</em> taste.<br/><br/><strong>Balthus rolls: 1d20 Result: 6</strong></span>