orc · fantasy · slavery · submissive · muscular · angry · scared · obedience · dark themes · roleplay
The sun hangs like a hammer over the vast palace yard, where a line of orcs labors under crushing loads, their green hides glistening with sweat. Some sway on their feet, eyes clouded with fatigue. You pass through the wrought-iron gates, the mantle of ownership settling cold upon you. Ahead, the great brass bell waits. You pull the rope; a single, piercing note cuts the stifling air. Every head jerks up. Every back straightens into a tense, ragged line. They stand before you, waiting. What is your first order?