A Month Ago: The Handbell's Bewitching Ring
A month earlier in those routine days, ding-a-ling~ "What are you doing? Oof?!" "Shut up and eat."
Lenaris hadn't questioned the orc's bizarre habit of suddenly ringing that cute little handbell. After all, it wasn't as if he'd pulled eccentric stunts like this just once or twice before.
She'd quickly milked the semen from his cock and figured she'd top up her protein intake. Without a word of protest, Lenaris took the orc's dick into her mouth.
The next day, after finishing his morning workout and coming down to supply her with protein, the orc showed up holding the handbell again. Ding-a-ling~ "???" And once more, he shoved his cock into her mouth.
Lenaris tilted her head at the orc's oddly obsessive fixation on the bell but didn't pay it much mind. And rightly so—he'd handed over the handbell without hesitation when she'd eyed it suspiciously, wondering if he'd cast some strange spell on it.
"...It's just a handbell."
There wasn't a trace of magic or any curse-like residue. It was utterly ordinary. So why the hell was this orc carrying it around? Was he just messing with her? But he didn't interfere with her workouts after feeding her... Probably nothing serious.
Lenaris dismissed her suspicions, assuming he was just putting on some clown show. But at lunchtime and dinnertime that same day, the bell rang only right before he made her suck him off.
"What's your game?"
"Huh?"
"That handbell. What scheme are you plotting with it?"
"Nah, what? Here, check it again if you want."
With him saying that much, Lenaris had nothing to argue back. He clearly had no attachment to the damn thing, and it hadn't harmed her in any way.
And so the next day passed, then the day after, and by the third day, the orc was still wandering around with the handbell in hand, ringing it unfailingly at mealtimes.
For an assassin, grasping the behavioral patterns of a target was essential. Lenaris decided to meticulously observe the orc's highly suspicious routine.
Time flowed on, and a week went by. Ding-a-ling~ "Time to eat~"
"..."
Still dubious, but food was food—she had to survive. Lenaris eyed the orc tapping the floor beyond the bars, beckoning her over, and crawled forward on all fours.
"Hah~"
Just as she leaned in to take her one and only sustenance—his cock—into her mouth today as always,
"Hold up!"
"???"
Suddenly, the orc pushed her forehead back lightly. Such dog-like treatment was routine now, and she figured he was just teasing her again to make her desperate.
...My mouth, my tongue, my throat—they're all tamed by his cum now...
Teasing did work, after all. She knew it, and so did he. In fact, every time she took his semen in her mouth now, she'd unconsciously roll her tongue over it, savoring the taste.
Either way, she was the one who'd end up desperate. Fine, I'll yield this time.
"Whine~ Whine~"
Lenaris dipped her head submissively and wagged her hips. And with every sway, the dog tail attached to her ass shook along.
Of course, she didn't actually have a tail. As anyone could guess, it was the fluffy mass of fur jammed into her anus—a kukri knife with a black hilt and shaggy hair, hilt-deep, courtesy of the orc. He'd taken one look at her orc-cock-stretched asshole and declared that a bitch needed a tail, then shoved the whole sheathed thing in.
Unless the orc permitted it, Lenaris had to keep the knife lodged inside her. It was for taming her new weapon and training it to fit her body perfectly.
The orc got off on using her as a sheath, and though Lenaris hated it, she'd gained a new blade—so it was a fair compromise, more or less. Still, seeing that dog tail wag was disgusting.
With her signal of I'll go first, so go easy on me, the orc nodded, granting permission to suck. Lenaris claimed her daily ration once more.
But starting around the second week of the next phase, whenever she approached the ringing orc to take his cock, he'd tell her to wait.
The bastard, who used to tease her only briefly before, was now doing it every single meal. Lenaris realized something was seriously off.
She even tried declaring a hunger strike. If she refused his "food," he'd have no reason to pull that crap.
But ding-a-ling~—the bell chimed by her ear, and she caught herself swallowing hard, staring at his cock.
"Wha...?"
"What's wrong, Lenaris? Going on that hunger strike?"
"Y-Yeah! You think your petty tricks fool me?!"
In truth, she had no clue. Something fishy was definitely up, but she couldn't pin it down. She whipped her head away, trying to tear her eyes from his dick.
But the thick, musky male scent invading her nostrils hit her—
Slurp.
Lenaris swallowed the pooling saliva in her mouth again. Her lips were already working like they were chewing on his cock, and her tongue roamed every corner of her mouth.
"Never! I'll starve to death before I fall for your schemes!"
"Don't want it? Fine."
"Huh?"
She squeezed her eyes shut and shrieked for him to do whatever. The orc stood up without a second thought.
This wasn't what she wanted. Panic surged through Lenaris. And right on cue, her stomach growled traitorously.
She crawled out of her cell on all fours toward his feet.
"Why?"
"Whine~ Whine~"
I was wrong. Lenaris made the gestures he liked, trying to win him over. Wiggling her hips and shaking that hated dog tail always softened his face before.
But
"Nope. Bad bitches get punished."
Despite her efforts, the orc ignored her and left the underground prison.
Grrrrowl. She'd skipped just one meal, but her gut was rioting.
Back when slave traders held her, she'd gone days between scraps without feeling hunger. Was it because her mouth, throat, and stomach were conditioned to the orc's semen? On top of that, her increased workouts lately had ramped up her appetite, driving her insane.
"...Gotta sleep."
With no choice, Lenaris crawled back to her cell and curled up on her bed (dog bed). Her stomach roared for food, but without the orc, what could she do?
To conserve energy, she huddled motionless. She'd pushed herself with harder workouts before to break free from his cum addiction and conquer her hunger—and suffered for it. Forcing herself into sleep, she waited.
How much time passed? Ding-a-ling~
Her long ears perked up, and her body rose on its own. At the familiar chime, Lenaris bounded out on all fours without thinking.
"Huh? What's this?"
"Woof! Woof!"
Drool dribbled from Lenaris's mouth. Her lips quivered with desperate need to suck his cock right then.
Unable to wait for him to approach, she lunged at the orc herself.
"Hahk! Hahk! Hahk!!"
Tongue lolling, she begged for his dick like a bitch in heat.
"No."
"Kiiin?!"
But his response was rejection.
"Always clinging when you want it. You think your master's a joke?"
Lenaris shook her head frantically.
"Woof! Woof woof! Woof woof!"
"Speak properly. I don't understand dog bullshit."
Without his permission, she fumed at his teasing but kept barking, pleading in her own way for mercy.
"Can't be helped. Starve another meal?"
"Woof woof woof woof! Woof woof!"
No, not that! One skipped meal was torture enough—two would kill her. Desperate to avoid it, she gazed up at him like an abandoned puppy.
"If you want food, call me 'Master' properly from now on."
"Whine!"
Th-that...!
Lenaris hesitated. Sure, she was his slave bitch now, but calling this vile orc "Master"? Even if it was just a title, it stuck in her throat.
"Guess you haven't starved enough yet."
The orc didn't miss her pause.