#green skin orc hypnosis

[jackstockhypno]

Orc Transformation Hypnosis

https://transformhypnosis.com More transformations, both real and imaginary:

In this fantasy file, the effects will only last for the duration of the recording.

After that, you may still feel it for a little while until it fades away.

Your mind is going to become opened up as it goes blank and ready for a transformation into a powerful medieval battle orc.

A gigantic, muscular body, with massive hands and feet, thick green-brown skin, and big canine teeth that protrude up from your mouth.

I recorded this file once, but found out some ways I could make it SO MUCH BETTER so I recorded it again to keep everything on my channel super high quality.

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[jackgoodfellow]

My take on how Jancy and Joe first met!

I think it takes a loooot of magic hypnosis to fully wipe a mind like Jancy True's. And I think that much hypnosis would definitely mess you up for at least a few hours. AND I think..... milfs. Reblog if you agree.

Special shout-out to @little-banjo-frog, whose enthusiasm about my wips for this piece was the highlight of a very difficult week!

(Listen I just really like seeing masculine/butch characters in vulnerable situations and if I have the opportunity for that plus a size difference PLUS a dash of rescue and unexpected tenderness on the side, I begin vibrating uncontrollably. For more of that very specific exact thing, check out the graphic novel link in my blog description. ... Please. Pretty please. It is free and short AND I CARE SO MUCH.)

[Image descriptions below the cut]

Image description: A comic done with digital illustration featuring the characters Jancy True and Joebeans from the YouTube series Drawtectives. The comic is done in shades of yellow, pink, blue, and purple, with the exception of the final panel which is done in full color. The style is fairly realistic, with influences from western and Japanese animation styles.

Joe is a large, muscular green-skinned orc woman with voluminous blonde hair in the style of Dolly Parton. She is wearing a sleeveless red flannel, red lipstick and nail polish, jean shorts, and red pumps. She's very pretty and handsome, with a well-endowed figure, and two sharp white bottom fangs that jut up from her bottom lip.

Jancy is an older butch woman. She is thin, with short silver hair, caucasian skin, and angular features. She is wearing a red and yellow Hawaiian shirt, cut-off jean shorts, and red Converse-style sneakers. She has cochlear implants in both ears.

Panel 1: Joe sees Jancy passed out face-down in front of a dumpster in some kind of alley. Joe is in the foreground of the shot and is holding her hand up to her face with an expression of surprise and concern. She is saying, "Oh my!"

Panel 2: Joe's hands carefully turn Jancy onto her side, cupping Jancy's face gently. Jancy looks confused and extremely disoriented, barely awake with circles under her eyes. Joe is urgently saying, "Oh, you poor thing!!! Are you all right?! Are you hurt???"

A small faded speech bubble coming from Jancy reads, "uh--!?"

Small squiggly lines at her shoulder indicate that Jancy is trembling slightly.

Panel 3: a close up from the previous panel, zooming in on Jancy's face, her eyes just barely opening with an expression of great concern as she looks down at the large green palm holding her head up by gently cupping her cheek

Panel 4: a close up from the panel that is to follow, showing Jancy turning her head slightly to squint up at Joe. She is sweating and has hair in her face, and looks only half conscious as she strains to see. In turning her head, she presses her face slightly into Joe's palm

Panel 5: Jancy, still lying on her side, struggles to brace her arm on the ground and get up. Action lines indicate she is trembling and moving jerkily. She doesn't seem to be able to see very clearly. She is barely managing to lift her head several inches off the ground.

Joe's hands support Jancy's head and lightly grip her shoulder. Only Joe's hands are visible, but speech bubbles belonging to her take up most of the panel. She is saying, in a country accent , "Oh gracious! Don't push yerself! What if you've hurt your neck or somethin'??"

a scraggly speech bubble coming from Jancy reads, "ah-- uhh?!?" In small unsteady text.

Panel 6: Jancy gasps and collapses back onto the ground. She lets out a yell and her eyes shut tight in a grimace of pain. Her hands are trembling and tense. Joe's hands are on either side of jancy's face, stabilizing her long slender neck. The shot is framed with Joe's speech bubbles. Joe is saying, "Oh! Oh, dear! It's alright! I gotcha. Please, let me help you!"

Panel 7: Joe helps Jancy to slowly turn onto her back. Jancy is shown at a profile, back arched, eyes shut and teeth clenched in pain. She's letting out a quiet grunt of pain. There is a small scrape on her left cheek. Joe's hands are behind jancy's head and on her opposite shoulder. Joe's blonde hair is visible hanging into the shot, but her face is out of view. Joe is saying, with each separate sentence in its own individual speech bubble, "Let's get you turned over real careful alrigh'? Take your time. That's it... You're doin' great darlin'!"

Panel 8: a large speech bubble from Joe reads, "There. Jus' take a breather, sugar." A close up on Jancy's face framed by Joe's hands cradling it gently. Jancy is panting, her eyes closed in exhaustion from the effort, mouth open slightly and head tilted back. Sweat on her face. Joe is wearing a silver bracelet. A scraggly speech bubble coming from Jancy reads, "uungh??" One of Joe's hands is lightly brushing Jancy's cheek while the other supports her head.

Panel 9: speech bubbles from Joe read, "Oh, you poor dear... lemme get this hair outta yer face!"

This panel is similar to the the previous panel. It is still a close up on jancy's face from Joe's POV. In this one, Jancy is slowly opening her eyes, a small question mark next to her head as she slowly focuses on the image in front of her. Joe's hands are supporting jancy's head and brushing the hair out of her face. In this position, jancy's collar is askew, and her shirt is open to the just below her collarbones. A soft hazy light is reflected in her eyes. With every panel, the comic has shifted slightly more from a blue color tone to a slightly warmer pinkish tone. It is now much warmer than the first panel.

Panel 10: a close up of Joe's face from jancy's POV, looking down at Jancy with her face framed against a sunset sky, the light brightening her golden hair. In this shot, her skin is a saturated sky blue. Her eyes are blue and her lipstick is a bright pink. She is smiling at Jancy and speaking with a gentle, sympathetic smile. She has dimples. She is saying, "Well, there you are!!"

Panel 11: a close up of jancy's face, once again framed and supported by Joe's hands. Joe has brushed the hair out of Jancy's face, giving her the look of someone who has just had their hair blown back. This matches Jancy's expression, which is one of awe. It is very gay. This panel is the most pink-tinted of all the panels so far.

Panel 12: the same image as the previous panel, but zoomed out to include Jancy's shoulders and upper chest in the shot, as well as Joe's muscled forearms. This also makes room for speech bubbles, which overlap the edges of the panel's frame and surround Jancy.

Joe is saying, "No sign of any fever, thank goodness! And thank the stars yer not bleedin'! No need to fret! You're safe with me!! I'll take care of ya! Still, I think I best get you outta this alley!"

Panel 13: a wide shot in full color and a lot of detail of Joe carrying Jancy in a bridal carry. Joe is several times larger than Jancy and carries her with no effort. Jancy is mostly limp, her head resting on Joe's breast. She is looking up at Joe, blushing slightly, and looking embarrassed . She still looks pretty lost and disoriented, mouth hanging open a little and eyes straining to see Joe's face without being able to move her body much.

Joe is smiling brightly, posture confident, she is saying, "Now don't you worry! We'll have you feeling right as rain in no time!!"

Joe is walking down some kind of wooden boardwalk that is framed on either side by flower bushes. Behind that, a sunset reflects on a body of water that goes out to the horizon. The scene is warmly lit. Willow leaves hang down in the foreground. Joe is backlit by the sunset.

Panel 14: a close up of the previous image, focusing in on the character's faces.

Bonus image: the same as the final panel but with no speech bubbles covering up parts of the background

[gigawords]

Day 1

It was hazy, that much he realized. Hector knew that he had just gotten back to the outskirts of the village after a hard day on the farm. Harder than usual, as most other farmers had been back for a few hours now. Sir Sheepsbane sat along beside him, but he was alert. Strange, that.

This was… that day? The thought seemed to float around him, though he had a hard time holding the thought. The village shifted suddenly, the landscape seemed to suddenly move around him without him having to take a step. He was in the middle of Hillbreeze Square, the usually crowded marketplace. It was eerily quiet.

Sir Sheepsbane growled at something blurry at the corner of his eye, but try as he might he couldn’t turn to look at it. He knew that if he did look at the object, it would disappear immediately.

The scene shifted again. His loyal friend was in front of him, sniffing the ground and winding through the trees of the forest. It was dark, and Hector was… crying? There was a weight on his back, which he knew was a knapsack filled with essentials for long travel. Or, well, what he thought was essentials for long travels. He’d never done this before, after all.

Once again, the world moved around him though he had yet to take a single step. His vision was getting hazier, it was getting hard to focus on objects. This scene only had one: the head of a dwarf impaled upon a stick beside the entrance to a cave. Though he didn’t remember doing so, he knew he had just released the contents of his stomach. The features were unclear, though Hillbreeze only had one dwarf.

The world began to shift again, but as it did, he felt a pain. Crisp pain. Everything except this pain was hazy. It came from within, it was electrifying. It hurt so much. It-

Hector gasped as he came awake. He was sitting up, gasping for air. The haziness was gone, replaced by the lingering feeling of pain that pulsed throughout his whole body. He grasped at his heart over his bare chest, covered in sweat.

“Careful there, kid. It’ll wear off in a bit.” A husky, gruff voice came from beside him. “Elitzshrooms. When consumed, it gives your body a powerful shock enough to wake even the dead from any magi-induced slumbers. Swallow it with a certain amount of alesap to delay the effect.”

He turned, still breathing hard, to face a muscular green-skinned man sitting across from him. An orc? In the countryside? His attention was on something he was fiddling with in his hands.

He spoke in a hushed tone, “You were here before I was. Which is honestly a miracle that you’re still alive or untouched.”

The orc didn’t continue, so Hector looked around. It was… a cave. He was in a crudely-made cage big enough for several grown humans in some kind of cave. Yes, it was returning to him now. He had tracked down whatever it was that had taken his village to this cave and… he had confronted something in the dark. Something with glowing eyes. It said something, and then everything went dark.

Raw, hard emotions flooded back to him as the dream reopened the wounds of recent memories he tried to forget. “Stupid…” he muttered.

“What was that?” asked the orc.

Hector curled up, hugging his legs. “Stupid of me to think I could save ‘em all myself…” It was humiliating how hard he had worked to find them only to get put to sleep immediately on finding them.

The orc in the corner of the cage stopped working and finally turned towards him. “How old are you, son?”

“Sixteen this year.”

He grunted. “Young for a vampire hunter, but not unheard of. Surprised you managed to track them down this far out.”

“Vampi-” Hector stuttered. “Vampires?! They’re… real? I thought I was following them bandits that had been botherin’ us for so long.” The glowing eyes. He shuddered. He had been following a vampire this whole time?

His caged companion chuckled softly. “I’ll eat a horse if I ever come across a bandit that has a hypnosis spell as potent as the one that got us.” He offered his hand and a small bottle to Hector. “Here. Drink. We’ve been out for days, no doubt, so your body needs some help catching up.”

He took the bottle, but hesitated. The orc rolled his eyes. “Kid, if I wanted you dead, I wouldn’t have bothered to wake you up. Drink.” He sounded much more forceful this time.

Hector downed the whole thing in one gulp, and immediately felt better. His breathing steadied, his tensed body relaxed, and his heart rate slowed. In fact, as he reflected on the effects of the drink, he noticed that he didn’t feel quite as panicked as he thought he should be in this situation.

“That,” began the orc, “is an original concoction. It’s a depressant that soothes your body and mind. Made yours a bit stronger.” he tossed him Hector’s shirt. “Name’s Altung, undead hunter. One of the best. Probably.”

Hector pulled his shirt back on. “If your here as well, don’t that mean you got caught too?”

Altung glared at him, “Sometimes mistakes are made on missions. Like saving ungrateful farm boys from becoming vampire food.” Hector blushed, but Altung kept talking. “What’s important is I was prepared for mistakes. What’s your name?”

“Hector. I… My village was gone when I got back. Some folk were dead. A lot of folk were taken. Me ‘n Sir Sheepsbane went to track the rest of ‘em down and…”

“Sir Sheepsbane?” Altung asked in a disbelieving tone.

“Er…” Hector blushed again. “He’s a dog… I named him when I was a kid.” Hector immediately started looking around, panicked. “Sir Sheepsbane! Where- Is he okay?!”

“Don’t know.” Altung said. He slid something from his sleeve, leaned forward, and started fiddling with the lock. “But we’re not going to find out here. We’ll save him if we can. Companions are important after all.” There was a small click, and he removed the lock. “Mine should be making a frontal assault right about now.”

Hector stared as Altung slowly pushed the cage door open. Escape? Vampires? Undead hunters? Assault? “Um… Mister Altung, sir, this is… a lot to take in.”

Altung grunted. “And there’s going to be even more surprises for you in the near future. If you want to be alive for all of them I’d recommend you keep quiet and just follow me. I’ll keep you alive.”

With that, Altung pushed out of the gate in a slow crouch-like walk. Hector followed suit, though his heart seemed to pick back up again. Just the other day he was a simple farm boy and now he’s in a vampire’s cave following some orc that claims to hunt the undead?

They approached what appeared to be a table with a large, open crate on top of it. There were a few lit torches on the wall that gave them enough light to see, though the coloring of the fire seemed… wrong? Inside was the small sword Hector had taken with him from the blacksmith’s shop in Hillbreeze, along with an enormous crossbow that was about the size of a man that was sticking out, a collection of knives and daggers, and other small trinkets of variety.

“Luckily,” Altung begun as he removed the crossbow, “These vampires are arrogant and stupid. Arrogant, since they assumed we wouldn’t know about their hypnosis magi; and stupid since they didn’t assign a thrall to stay watch of prisoners.” He tossed Hector his sword. “Know how to use one of these?”

Hector reacted too slowly, and caught it clumsily. “I-I uh… Ain’t it just swinging the sharp end at the bad guy?”

The orc drew a sharp breath and shook his head. “Nevermind. Stay out of the fighting.” He started pulling out knife after knife and sticking them in strange places like his boots and up his sleeves. “Did you know that there’s three of them? One older one and two newer apprentices. They probably moved out here for general vampire training and thrall enslavement.”

“Thrall? Sir?” Hector asked.

“They’re the victims of some weird vampire mind-control magi. If we’re quick enough with the hunt, we can usually save them. If not, their minds snap when we kill their masters.” Hector opened his mouth, but Altung cut him off. “Before you ask, I’m not sure about your village.”

He stopped rummaging through the box long enough to turn and place a hand on Hector’s shoulders. His fiery red eyes seemed to stare into Hector’s very soul. “Listen, kid, you better prepare yourself for the worst now. I can’t guarantee I can save anyone from your village if there’s anyone left to save but I can guarantee saving you if you follow my instructions. Can you do that?” Hector nodded slowly, doing his absolute best to think about anything that wasn’t the faces he grew up with his whole life.

“Good.” Altung said, letting go. “They won’t expect an attack on both fronts. I timed my own elitzshroom concoction to wake me up around midday, so they won’t be able to escape outside. Lymsleia knows I’ll be awake by now so she’ll be distracting them from the front of the cave. Let’s go.”

Next Day

[fartpet121-blog]

orc script

Orc Script

In this file you will be captured by a tribe of orcs and forced to be a slutty bride to one of its members. You will be degraded and sexually abused by a male orc who has taken you to be his bride.

Be ready to go down into hypnosis for me. I want you to visualize yourself, walking down the dark, spiral staircase. Just keep your mind focused on the stairs as you keep stepping down. One foot after the other. Forever going down into the darkness. See it in your minds eye, as you listen to my voice taking you down. Forget about your physical body and focus on this mental one. While you are with me, your mental body is the only one that matters. I want you to count backwards with me as you keep going down these stairs. starting from the number 10. feel the stairs beneath your feet as you are walking down into the dark. 9. forgetting your physical body. leaving it behind to join me in this hypnotic realm. 8. continuing to go down the stairs. 7. feeling the slight breeze past your cheeks as you go down into the darkness. 6. seeing the stairwell around you getting darker as you continue going down. 5. feeling your physical body becoming so heavy. 4. being able to feel your mental body, more and more. 3. everything is completely dark. the only thing you can see are the stairs beneath your feet as you continue to go down. 2. seeing a small amount of light appear somewhere at the end of the stairwell. 1. coming down to the end of the stairwell.

0. completely relaxed. completely hypnotized. ready to experience anything in your mental body. you will be able to see, hear, feel, taste and smell anything I tell you. you are now at the bottom of the stairwell. standing in front of a door. you can see a small amount of light coming through the bottom of the door. it is the only light here at the bottom of the staircase. raise up your hand and push it against the door. the door opens, and your eyes are invaded by a bright light. step into the light now. as you step through the door, your eyes get used to the light. you begin to see the world form around you. you are in the middle of a path leading through a forest. the smell of fresh pine trees is in the air. you hear the sounds of birds chirping all around you. the sun is high in the sky. and you feel a cool breeze across your face as you enjoy the calmness of the forest. you begin walking along the path. the path is calm and relaxing. you hear a bit of rustling somewhere far behind you. you think it might just be an animal of the woods. you continue walking, but here the rustling coming closer. you start to worry that it might be some sort of predator. you speed up your walking, hoping to get away. but the rustling just keeps getting closer and closer. then you start to hear voices. they are speaking and shouting in a language you do not understand. it sounds tribal, guttural, and primitive. you begin to worry now, speeding up your pace to a run. just then, you hear the thuds of footsteps behind you. you turn to look over your shoulder and see a pack of strange, green creatures. they are running towards you with ropes, chains, and strange throwing tools. you turn forward again and prepare yourself to break into a sprint. but before you can finish the thought, your legs are suddenly wrapped together by the throwing tool. you lose balance  and fall face first towards the ground. dazed from the fall, you try to compose yourself, but before you know it, a large shadow appears over your form. you feel a humongous green hand grab your shoulder and turn you over onto your back. your vision is blurry, and all you see is the large green figure taking a cloth and a bottle of strange green liquid out of his pack. he dubs a bit of the liquid onto the cloth and then presses it to your face, covering your mouth and your nose. it smells slightly bitter and you quickly begin to lost your sight as you black out into unconsciousness. your vision fades back in. your eyes are groggy. but you begin to see the scene around you. you are tied, hanging by your hands and feet to pole, being carried between two of your captors. they must have removed your clothes while you were out. because you are now completely naked and helpless. you squint your eyes as you become able to see your captors in clear view. they look like something out of a fantasy game. orcs. their bodies are humanoid, but instead of a normal skin colour, their bodies seem covered head to toe in a solid dark green. they are also much taller than any normal human. from what you can tell, they are all standing at eight or nine feet tall of pure muscle. you look to their faces and see expressions of experienced hunters. you can see small tusks of different shapes and sizes poking out from the sides of each of their mouths. you look down and see they are walking shoeless. in fact, most of their bodies are uncovered by anything besides tribal tattoos. and a small loin cloth. a loin cloth which leaves nothing to the imagination. as you see that each of these orcs must be a male. you can see the outline of huge cocks in every loin cloth. as you staring at the huge buldge, you hear a playful grunt from above. you look up to the face of the orc. it seems like he new what you were staring at. and is smiling down at you with a pitying look. he reaches down to his loin cloth and grabs the fabric with his hand. in one swift motion, he tears the entire cloth off, revealing his massive orc cock. he walks over to where you are being carried by the two other orcs, and presses the inside of the loin cloth right onto your face. he makes sure to cover your mouth and nose so that you can only breathe his scent. it is so strong and manly. the smell is clouding your mind and making you hazy. you are finding it hard to stay conscious again. just like with the strange green liquid. but this time it is only his pure masculine scent that is making you lose your mind. you feel him take the strings to the loin cloth and wrap it tightly around the back of your head. he makes another playful grunt as he leaves your side and rejoins his spot in the pack. you are stuck there on the pole. helpless to avoid his scent as it invades your mind. your vision gets hazy again as you black out. your mind returns to you when you hear the sound of drum beats in the background. you feel the loin cloth still wrapped snuggly around your face. you can still breathe the orcs raw cock smell on the fabric. but its time with the open air and your face has less of the amount of his scent available to cloud your mind. you groggly open your eyes to see that the sun has died down. and it must be close to night time. you see that you are still tied to the pole. being carried by the two orcs. you look up and see that you were passing through a large wooden gate, which promptly shuts behind you. as pen your head around, you see that you are now within the confines of a decently sized orcish commune. there are huts everywhere pieced together by leather and wood. you see huge brasures being put for the coming night. you see orcs coming down from doing their daily chores. and their interest seems to be perked by what the latest hunting party has brought them. you look ahead and see some sort of a meeting area. a raised platform in the middle of the village. with a large throne sitting in the middle. a large, decorated orc is sitting on the throne. you guess he is the chief by his many adornishments, and a crown made of bones sitting on top of his head. the two orcs carrying you lead you to the foot of this orc chieftains throne, and then plop you down onto the ground. the bindings around your hand and feet keeping you tied to the pole are quickly removed. and the naked orc who was the owner of the loin cloth on your face walks over to you, and unties his underwear from behind your head. your mind is allowed to think freely again as the smell is no longer invading your brain. put you feel slightly empty without his scent flowing through you. you form a sad look on your face, before quickly regaining composure, and shaking your head to try to regain a hold of your self. the orc gives another low, grunting laugh as he puts his loin cloth back on. and leaves you in the crowd of orcs that have gathered around the meeting area. your two captors grab hold of your body, and sit you up right onto your knees in front of the orc chieftain. they then leave to join the crowd, and you are alone in the center of the meeting area with the chieftain. you look up into his eyes, and see his harsh eyes gazing into yours. he has deep, piercing green eyes. it feels like he staring straight into your soul. he reaches down and cups your chin in his hand. he tilts your head upwards, and then side to side, inspecting you. you are not sure what he is looking for, but you hope you do not displease him in any way. you would not want to feel the wrath of such a strong beast. the chieftain takes his large, fat thumb, and sticks it into your mouth. he rests his other hand on top of your head and pulls your jaw downward. your mouth is open wide as he squints his eyes, gazing into the inside of your mouth. you being to drool a bit onto your lap below as his thumb is forcing your jaw open. he then lets go of his strong grip on your head, but keeps his thumb in your mouth. a moment passes as it looks like he his waiting for something. you start to see an anger in his eyes. and you hurry to take some action so as to not displease him. you wrap your mouth closed around his thumb and begin sucking. you can taste the sweaty orc flesh on your tongue as you suck his thumb deep into your mouth. you see a smile break the chieftains lips. he gives an approving grunt as he withdraws his thumb from your sucking mouth. he then motions to your two orc captors who come and grab your form once again. they face you away from the chieftain, and push your head to the floor, with your ass sticking up on display to the orc king. you feel two rough hands grip each side of your ass cheek and pull them apart. you feel the clear rashing past your anus. and you could swear you feel the chieftains harsh stare inspecting your hole. after what feels like an eternity, you feel the hands on your ass let go, as your cheeks clap shut. you hear the orc chieftain let out a yell of approval to the tribe. and you are swiftly taken by your captors over to a hut off to the side of the meeting area. once inside the hut, you see that it looks like some sort of alchemist works here. there are different coloured potions on shelves all along the walls. and a big cauldron sitting in the middle of the room. the cauldron is filled with a strange pink liquid. and it looks big enough to fit a human inside. you realize that is exactly what it was made for as your captors drag you over to the cauldron. and lifting you up. and over the edge. you feel the pink liquid engulf your body as you are covered head to toe in this strange liquid. every inch of your body is drenched. you feel it changing you somehow. your skin is tingling all over. there is a funny feeling in your cock. a strange, but pleasurable feeling. as you begin to writhe your body, you feel large hands reaching into the pot and pulling your out. you hit the floor of the hut with a thud. you cough up some of the pink liquid, and open your eyes. you look down and see that you no longer have the same body you once knew. it is still you, but your body is hairless except for your scalp. and your skin is so smooth. your body also feels a bit more shapelier and feminine than you remember. you now have a slight curve to your waist, and your ass feels a bit more bubblier than normal. it is looks like you have small nubs sticking out from your chest. not quite boobs, but too feminine to be normal for a guy. you look down at your crotch and see that your cock has shrunk. no longer sporting a package of any respectable size. you now have a tiny two-inch cock with two tiny balls accompanying it. you feel sad at your predicament. but have no time to process it as your two orc captors move into action once again. you feel a black leather collar clicking around your neck. you see it connected to a leash that is held by one of the orcs. he gives you a tug on the leash, and you begin to stand up. but he puts a hand on your shoulder. you look up at him, and he just points to the floor. you get the message and you stay on your hands and feet. the captor with the leash then leads you out of the tent, and back out into the orc commune. you are following behind this orc on your hands and knees throughout the orcs stronghold. you see some orcs looking your way, and giving slight chuckles or grunts as you see your pathetic form. you are led this way for a minute or two until you arrive at your destination. just a normal hut. you are dragged to the cloth door hanging outside this hut in the middle of the commune. the orc leading you by your leash sits you in front of a cloth opening to this hut. he then releases his grip on your leash, and gives a push with his foot on your ass, sending you tumbling down through the door onto the floor of the hut. you look around and see that the hut is modestly furnished. there is a bed in the corner, a table in the middle, and a chair in the back. you gasp when you see who is sitting in the chair. it is the orc from earlier, the one who wrapped his loin cloth around your face. you see he is wearing it once again, being naked in everything besides the loin cloth. he looks at you, and you see a smile form on his thick, green lips. he makes a come hither motion with his finger, motioning towards him. but you are still resistant. you do not want to just give in and become this orcs plaything. he makes a displeased frown. he stands up and walks over to you. he picks up the leash off the floor, and walks off to the chair, pulling you along behind him. he sits down, still holding your leash in his hands. his legs spread apart, as he relaxes in his chair, and you feel his grip on your leash start to tighten. he is pulling your face towards his crotch. you try to resist, but he is too strong for your to fight against. your head is slowly pulled forward until your nose makes contact with his covered belt. you slap helplessly against his thighs with your hands, but there is no fighting the strength of this creature. you try not to breathe, but eventually your lungs start to burn, and you give in, inhaling deep breaths of his scent. the smell is similar to before, but even more raw and powerful now that your getting it right from the source. it is piercing your mind, making you go hazy as he lets you sit there and breathe it in. suddenly you feel another tuck on your leash. as your face is now mashed into his crotch. your world is surrounded by his cock scent. it is invading every crevice of your body. every inch of resistance you had is now melting away as you are overpowered by his incredible musk. your mouth is pressed against the fabric. and you can taste a bit of his pre-cum and cock sweat seeping through. you cannot help but begin to try to suck in the fabric through your mouth, trying to get to the raw manhood underneath. you are salivating uncontrollably. there is nothing else you want in this world other than this orcs huge cock in your mouth. the orc grips your hair. and pushes you head away from his crotch. you hear yourself let out a slight whimper. he just smiles as he looks at your mindless, musk drunk state. he knows that you are his now. and you will do anything to get his cock. he reaches down to his loin cloth and rips it off. now you see it. the giant green orc cock. the only thing that matters in your world. your mouth is slack and your tongue lowing out past your jaw. a line of drool dripping down onto the floor as you stare at your owners cock. you feels his hand in your hair start pulling you towards his crotch again. he pulls your head right past his cock. and mashes your face into his balls. your whole world is spinning. it smells so good. so smell the scent of orc sweat all over your face as your head is nesting in his crotch. you fell the orc bending over behind your back and grasping your wrists together. you feel the fabric of the loin cloth encircling your wrists. as he is tying them tightly together so they cannot move. you know you will not resist your orc master.  but it seems he likes making sure you are helpless anyway. he then sits back up and grabs onto your head again with his giant hand. you feel your head being turned sideways along his cock, as he drags your lips all the ways along the length of his cock and then to his cockhead. you get one last look into your masters eyes just to see his smirking face. then you feel your head being forced onto his cock. the tip slipping past your lips as you form a no around his length. he is pushing your head down, slowly bringing the cock deeper into your mouth. you feel four inches of it already in your throat. he pushes further into your mouth. and then a sixth. you want to fit more of his cock into your mouth, but it feels like you are at your limit. you look up at your master. and he seems a bit disappointed. but then an idea seems to come to him. he removes your head from his cock and stands up from his chair. he picks you up in his strong arms and cradles you as he walks over to the bed. your orc master lays you down on your back on top of his bed. your head is hanging backwards off the bed. you notice that the bed is about the height of your masters waist. and you now know what his idea was. you are excited for what is to come. and stay in position. ready for his cock to invade your throat. but instead, the orc lifts up his sack and plops on top of your mouth. just going with it, you begin to suckle at one of his testicles like a little baby. you let his ball taste seep into your mouth. you then open wide and try to take a whole orc into your mouth. it is almost too big to fit, but he reaches down and aids you by pushing the testicle into your mouth with his hand. it tastes wonderful to have your mouth invaded by his giant testicle. and then you feel him pushing down on his other testicle, trying to fit his second into your mouth next to his first. your eyes open wide, as you do not think that it will fit. but eventually, you feel it force its way into your mouth with a plop. your master then settles in and puts some of his weight onto your face as you are stuck there with both of his balls in your mouth. you feel his teint press into your nose, and begins cutting of your oxygen. you try breathing around the smooth balls in your mouth, but the skin forms an almost perfect seal, and you are prevented from getting enough air. you start to see stars and begin squirming on his bed, fighting for air. you pull at your make-shift handcuffs with your hands, but they are too secure to fight against. you begin writhing on your masters bed, as the only small amount of air is the musk of his teint and the sweat of his balls. after what feels like an eternity, you feel the orc lifting his weight off of your face. you feel the balls tug at your mouth for a moment before they come through with an audible plop. he lets you recover for a moment as you take deep breaths of air into your lungs. then you feel him covering your form again. lining up his cock head with your mouth. he begins to push his cock in. you feel yourself again at four inches, then five, then six. you try to open your throat wide to allow more of his cock in. then suddenly you feel it. he is able to push a seventh inch into your throat, and then an eighth. just one more inch would held you with the base of his cock. with a final grunt,, your master pushes that final inch past your lips, and you feel your lips make contact with the base of his shaft. your nose is completely covered by his balls in this position. you are unable to breathe when he is fully halted, but he just keeps you here. your chest and hips begin bucking as your lungs scream for oxygen. just then, your master lets off just half an inch. just enough to let you breathe through his ball scent through your nose. he then seals off your oxygen once again by pushing you to the hilt. and then he pulls back a bit again to let you breathe. he continues doing this, training you to learn how to hold your breath, and breathe in his scent when you need air. then he pulls further out of your mouth and thrusts back inviolently. he begins to thrust in and out, using your throat as a fuck slave. you hear the wet sounds of your spit, squishing against his cock flesh. he fucks your throat mercilessly, only allowing you short breaths in between his thrusts. eventually, he pulls out of your mouth with a wet pop. you see a string of spit going from your mouth to his cock and balls. your master reaches down and picks you up, turning you so that you are now laying on the bed normally with your head laying off the side. you see the orc climbing onto the bed, putting one of his knees down onto the side of your head. then he lifts his other leg to put it down on the other side of your head. he is on his knees above your face, with his cock resting just in front of your face. you see him scoot forward so that his ass is now above your face instead. he lowers his large ass onto your face, and your vision is cut off from the rest of the room. he spreads his ass cheeks so that his asshole can make contact with your mouth. you expected to taste dirty, but you only get more of his raw musk that you love. you begin suckling on his asshole. and darting your tongue in and out. you stick your tongue in as far as it can go, and try to get in more of his taste any way you can get it. you will do anything to please your orc master. right now, he wants you right here, pleasuring his ass hole. and you are loving it. he raises his ass back off of your face. and see a strent of your spit leading from your mouth to his ass. he moves on the bed, away from your head. he places himself between your legs and lifts them both up in the air to either side of your body. you feel his cock lined up with your asshole, as he begins pushing himself in. his cock is slipping deep inside your ass. he then begins thrusting in and out. it feels amazing. you feel his body descending upon yours. as he gets down on his elbows, continuing to thrust into your ass. your view is engulfed by his strong, smooth chest thrusting back and forth across your face. you open your mouth and let your tongue just drag along his flesh as his chest glides back and forth with each thrust into your ass. you hear him chuckle a bit as he notices what you are doing. your master then lays to the side a bit and lifts up his arms so that his armpit is right over your face. he covers your face with his under arm so that all you can breathe is his manly scent. your mind is going numb. you are in heaven right now. being fucked by your master. as he is smothering your face into his armpit. your arousal is so great, you think you can come just like this. your penis does not need to be pleasured for you to have an orgasm. all you need is your masters cock in your ass, and his scent in your brain. as long as you are pleasing your orc master, it is all the pleasure that you need for you to orgasm. your ass is being brutally fucked wide open. and all you can smell is your masters armpit. you feel his thrusts getting shorter, and see his body tightening. you know he is going to cum soon. and when he comes, you come. that is how your master wants it, so that is how it will be. then you feel it. the heat inside your ass. you feel the throbbing of his cock in your ass as you feel yourself being filled with a torrent of his thick cum. the warm feeling drives your arousal to its peak. and you feel yourself coming.  coming all over your stomach. your pitiful load just dribbles out between you and your masters stomach as he feels your ass up with his huge load. and you are in bliss. your master withdraws from your anus with a plop. and falls to the bed beside you. you feel his viral cum pouring out of your battered asshole. he wraps his arm around your body, and pulls you in close so that you are head is snuggled into his arm pit. you hear his deep, slow breaths. as he calmly lifts off to sleep. leaving you here to spend the full night nuzzled in his armpit. and so you too drift off to sleep. it is time to take you out now, out of this dream. I will count from one to five, and when I reach five, you will be wide awake, and ready to continue with your day. one. getting ready to come out of trance. two. your mental body fading away.  three. your phyiscal body coming back into your mind. four. waking up and reentering the physical world. and five. wide awake.