Your Market Value

   It’s finally happened. You were purchased and were now being dragged away from the rest of the survivors of Minas Ithil. Your heart slammed in your chest, making it hard to breathe. Perhaps you would drop dead from excitement? No, ridiculous! You rub your trembling fingers into your clammy palms. Cold. Numb. Shit… Why did the rest of you feel so hot? 

   You nearly tripped when you were forced into a building. Someone barked out a laugh. Your cheeks burned. All you could do was worry your gag in between your teeth as talk sparked up around you. 

   “-cute lil’ tark…”

   “Wonder who’ll get first ‘jab’?”

   “Bet’ll squeal real nice-”

   “-skinny lil’ legs-”

   Oh fuck… 

   “Eh, that’s all? Whatever- just take ‘em in there and break ‘em in already. Ain’t got enough for the ‘clients’ as is.” He sounded bored. Business. Nothing more. It went straight between your legs. 

   In the midst of a fight breaking out over “who gets to break the Tark in”, you were shoved into another room. You think… The blindfold made you hypersensitive to even the smallest of moments or sounds. You gasped as you were shoved forward, unable to catch yourself with your bound hands! But you landed on something soft. Bedding…? 

   “Get undressed, tark. Unless you want me to cut it off of ya…”

   The fabric around your wrists were cut. What was said didn’t quite reach you. You remove your gag and blindfold, winching at the soft light in the room. This… Oh. It was an order, but the uruk didn’t seem to be in any great rush. With a scrape, a chair was dragged over to the bedside. He sat down gracelessly, staring. Waiting. Warmth pooled in your cheeks as you sat upright, facing him, but looking down and away. 

   How many times has this exact scenario run through your mind, late at night…?    It was wrong of you then, but here? Now? Maybe there is something truly amiss inside of your head… Even after  the city was under siege, these depraved thoughts of yours never calmed or cooled in the slightest. Perhaps they got more heated… 

   Multiple orcs and uruks taking turns with you, one after another. Being pinned down from behind. Crushed underneath muscle and dominating force as you are- 

   The uruk seemed amused with your reaction. 

   “What? Shy? C’mon, lil’ tark! I know ya want to…” 

   Maybe it was the cocky grin on his face, or the way he sat back and spread his legs, waiting for you to take your place. Like there wasn’t even a doubt in his mind that you would take your place willingly on his lap. And he was right. It was difficult to coordinate your fingers with how much your entire body was shaking, but he seemed to enjoy the show. It wasn’t sensual- likely wasn’t terribly attractive by human standards- but seeing a tark willingly undress for an uruk was something else. 

   The air was a tad nippy, but the heat radiating off of your body combated it well enough. You could barely feel anything underneath your burning embarrassment and arousal, truth be told. He beckoned you over with a twitch of his finger. You stood on wobbly legs and complied without a word. 

   Your arousal must have been apparent, from the way he chuckled “That needy already? Ain’t you a special one…” You all but collapsed onto his lap. It was a little difficult to make out the details of his face and dress, the lighting being so poor. He was warm though… A large hand smoothed up your bare back. You shivered at the gentle contact. 

   “Go on, then. Show me what you can do. Boss wants ya to be real docile like… Already know that you’ll do just that. Ain’t that right, sweetness?” A finger is hooked under your chin and tilts your head until your eyes meet. Your heart slams against your ribcage as you clumsily wrap your arms around his neck. Yeah… that’s right. You’ll be whatever they want you to be. And more, if they allow it. 

   You should have probably asked to kiss him before simply doing it, but this uruk was pretty laid back- nonchalant, even- in regards to you doing whatever it is you want to do. A test to see how you’d fare with those ‘clients’ of theirs…? Maybe he was expected to throw you down and make sure you wouldn’t fight. Maybe seeing your eagerness made him want to sit back and enjoy your bizarre behavior. 

   The chaste kiss immediately turns heated as your tongues meet. Teeth clashed uncomfortably, but the hand groping the soft flesh of your ass made you moan into the uruk’s mouth. You don’t even know his name, yet your about to fuck him. It really was a dream come true… Could it be a dream after all? You’ll pretend it’s real regardless.

   You rolled your hips onto his. Oh, you could feel him pressing into your innermost thigh… Before you could untangle your arms from around his neck, you were picked up and tossed onto the bed. You hadn’t even settled before he was on top of you. Well, a ways to the side, actually. He was unbuckling his trousers. You eagerly helped in this endeavor. 

   “Knew from the moment ‘laid eyes on ya you’re perfect.” Your chin was caught between his thumb and forefinger. A calloused pad swept just beneath your lower lip. You had no sooner freed his cock when he pushed you flush against the bed. 

   “You know what to do. Open- Ahh, that’s a good tark.” He was impressed with how you simply did instead of being required to be told what to do. The purr in his voice sent heat down the valley of your thighs. This- gods, so big… Maybe too big… You set to work regardless. 

   What would he like…? You pumped him with both hands. Feed his ego. Still so big… In one motion, as fluid as you could muster, you took him into your mouth. Already at the back of your throat?! Still you persist. Choking and gagging only feeds his arousal. He shoves it in deeper with a jerk of his hips. Tears freely fall down your cheeks as your jaw strains and your throat fights against the forgien intrusion. 

   A clawed hand delves between your parted legs.You buck your hips into the touch and moan with a mouthful of cock muffling your voice. The uruk strokes you just enough for you to feel it, but then quickly retracts his hand and brings it to his face. 

   “Mmm… Nice ‘n wet already…” He runs his tongue over his fingers before shoving them into his mouth, making a show of both sucking them clean and getting them nice and wet with saliva. A shiver runs through your body. You bob your head more aggressively, sloppily giving him head as he removes his fingers with a wet POP! 

   They were inserted too fast with too little prep, but the saliva helps lubricate you well enough so you didn’t tear. You faltered in your movements, so the cock was shoved down your throat for you. Your body stiffened, but you relaxed and welcomed the digits as much as you physically could. Uncomfortable? Yes. Painful? A little. Unbearable? No, not at all. Even pleasurable, if you were honest… 

   You quickly regained control. Now that the pain was quickly lessening and blooming into something far more comfortable, you were able to focus on the dick in your mouth. Up and down. Up- You slurped and released the head with a sloppy POP before trailing your lips and tongue down his shaft and to his balls. As you mouth and sucked clumsily, you were slowly loosened. Bit by bit, it was easier and easier for his fingers to slip in and out of you, deeper in until-

   “Hrmm- Mmmph…!” Your toes curl and your legs stiffen as that spot inside of you is grazed. The uruk smirks, pleased with his discovery. With a grunt, he separates himself from your mouth, albeit reluctantly. 

   He maneuvers your legs, hooking one over his shoulder as he situated himself closer to you. You lay there, looking up with your mouth slightly agape, waiting for him to plunge himself inside of you. Luckily, he was done with teasing. Now all he can think of is how this odd little pinkskin was quivering under his touch and spreading themselves wide for his cock willingly. 

   The initial intrusion was harsh. Painful, even. You hissed between clenched teeth as a burning sensation spread in your nethers. Then it slowly abaded, pulling away from your core and providing enough relief for you to sigh audibly. Then you were stretched once more. 

   “Nghh… Nice ‘n tight… Wonder how long that’ll last, hmm?” You squeezed his cock and bit your lower lip. Perhaps you should be offended, but the thought of being ruined that much by uruks made the burn of long overdue sex all the sweeter in your aching loins. 

   You gripped onto the bed as the pace was set. It took every ounce of willpower to not scream when the uruk’s hips snapped forward suddenly. The force quickly became enough to rock not just your body, but the whole bed frame into the wall. As you gasped for air, your mouth was claimed. A sloppy kiss left saliva pooling at the corner of your mouth and running down your chin. Hooking your leg around his waist, you pulled the uruk closer.

   “Mmph- H-Harder…!” You moaned into his mouth. Sharp teeth pricked your lips, your tongue. He grinned. 

   It was enough to make you see stars. Even your new uruk friend couldn’t keep his voice down as he pushed you over the brink into a sudden climax. He laid claim to your throat, drawing a trail of bruising bite marks that threatened to draw blood down your shoulder and to your collarbone. One of your knees was pinned to your chest as he deepened his thrusts. You moaned as you fumbled for a grip on something- anything!- and landed on holding onto his strong forearms. 

   Clutching on for dear life, you throw your head back as you feel his cock throb inside of you. Oh fuck- Nothing was spoken other than gibberish. “More- Please! Ah- F-Fu- YES! THERE-!” all of it cut off by a snarl and a gasp as his entire body lurched forwards and he stilled inside of you. 

   S-So much… W-Warm- You groan as you cum again. The feeling of thick cum flooding so deep inside of you makes your legs shake and your muscles stiffen. Just as suddenly as it hit, it was over. Chests heaving, you were untangled from the uruk’s shoulders. But he didn’t leave yet, as he allowed you to pull him down into a needy, open-mouthed kiss. Just as he broke the kiss, you stopped him once more.

   “W-Wait…”

   “Hrrm?”

   “Y-Your name…?”
  “...” There was a pause as he pulled back, as though he was genuinely surprised by the question. He searched your face for a moment, and after you assumed he found nothing malicious (because there was no such thing on your mind), his face and ears darkened before he glanced away and muttered “...I-Ishmoz…” You never knew an uruk could have such a sheepish and out of place look on their face. It suited him nicely. Maybe you could pull more faces like that from him…? 

   The Boss was given the go ahead that you would behave and be not only compliant, but perhaps the greatest asset they’ve ever had the pleasure of owning. In terms of pinkskins, of course. Sure there was a thrill in taking what was wanted, but to have it given so willingly? Now that was a rare treat, indeed! 

   Sometimes it was once at a time, others were many at once. Perhaps your favorite would be when you were tied down and blindfolded, never knowing how many are there at any given time. Unsure if a cock would be shoved into your mouth or between your legs… 

   You were certainly a favorite among the “clients” that you serviced. Little gifts are often left at your bedside when you awaken: some jewelry, fine silks, sheer gowns… “Things to pretty you up.” You certainly felt pretty seeing them. And when wearing them? Beautiful… 

   Between all your clients, Ishmoz remained one of your favorites. He’d often sneak into your room on the days you were “off”, and the two of you would have a small tumble in the sheets. Either your Boss never found out, or he didn’t care enough to reprimand the two of you. You didn’t really care. It was definitely the highlight of your week when he’d slip into your room and tackle you to the bed… Just thinking about him makes your heart throb!

   Different clients are coming and going. Nothing new. Your new “job” isn’t so bad, actually, you rather enjoy it! There were a handful of times where you were roughed up a bit too much, but you were always protected and the assholes always thrown out on their asses with their trousers still down and around their ankles. So you can’t complain. It’s work, but work you enjoy. Well… does that really make it work, then…?