You gulp. Hard This nasty, massive, foul-smelling beast really intended to bury you under his vile backside! Of course your struggles became more frantic and frenzied at the thought of cushioning the portly orc's foul hind-end! But you where starting to get very tired...
"Ah yes," chortles the orc, prodding you with his free hand, "you'll make a fine seat-cushion; can't wait to feel yer pathetic squirmin' under my ass! But first, let's get rid of these damn clothes! Wouldn't want you missin' out on sniffin' mah butt would we?"
Without even pausing to put you down, your giant tormenter begins stripping off his clothes, sliding off his shirt and leather-laced pants, and a pair of putrid smelling underwhere, until finally he stood naked. ...and despite your constant struggles, you still remained helpless in his grasp.
"Aaaah, much better," sighs the smelly giant. You can't help but gulp again as you get a look at this massive beast. His head may have been clear of hair, but all along his body he had patches of thick, dark hair, just like that a pubescent human grows, running all down his olive green skin. The bristly, black hair contrasting his green skin down his chest, forming thickly around his armpits, following a straight line down his chubby gut, forming a thick patch around his -gulp- groin region. It ran down his muscled fore-arms and covered his thick legs, going all the way down to his grimey, foul-smelling feet.
"You done checkin' me out yet?" the giant taunted, raising a leg to rest on his bed, one foot on the floor, and one planted on the 'mattres' "Oh wait, ya missed a spot!"
Suddenly, you found yourself being lowered down to the smelly creature's crotch! The orc-man's sack practicly vomited it's musky stench, as well as it's fair amount of heat, and you squirmed with renewed vigor as your master lowers you past the thick, hairy orbs to press you against his taint, and, more disgustingly, his putrid ass-hole! Now, you find yourself in an awkward position, the giant's hand keeping your face smushed up against the vile orfice, but he wasn't finished torturing you yet. Suddenly, a foul cacophony of rancid gas blasted it's way against your face, and you start feeling more than a bit light-headed as the orc rubs you against his bristly hind-end before throwing you on the bed.
You want to run! You want to escape! However, unfortunately for you, your constant struggles have left you utterly exhuasted, and you are forced to watch helplessly as the smug giant slowly, painfully slowly, descends his foul-smelling backside over you. Making sure to drag on the torture by lightly rubbing your body along his crack before resting his nasty, smelly ass on you.
~What does he do next?~
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