“Does that feel better than the other collar?” he asks.

“Yes,” I whisper, turning my neck some. “It doesn’t chafe me as much.”

“Good,” he says, removing a leash from the bag and attaching it to my neck. “On your knees. Let’s see if you can walk like a proper pet now that you’ve got a proper collar and leash.”

I swallow against the velvet and slide off his lap, landing on my knees. This is how pets walk? I can’t tell if he actually enjoys this or if he’s just humiliating me because he’s drunk. Strangely, I don’t feel as humiliated as I should. If he wants to keep me as a pet, it’s better than the life I used to have. I’m also even wetter once I’m on my hands and knees with the collar around my neck and King Lix’tuk holding the leash.

King Lix’tuk stands up, holding my leash. He gestures for me to move, then he parades me around the room on my knees. He even makes me crawl across the bed a few times before he finally takes me back to the fur at the foot of his bed.

“We’re not done yet,” he growls, pulling me back across his lap with the leash as he sits down.

“Did I do something wrong?” I whimper.

“No, there’s just one thing missing to make you a perfectly proper pet,” he chuckles, his words slightly slurred.

Before I know what is happening, his fingers spread me open again. I groan as I feel the air caress my wet folds and bottom hole. A second later, I feel something warm and wet between my cheeks and squeeze them shut.

“No, no, little human girl,” he growls, forcing my bottom open again.

He reaches into the bag, and I see him pull out what looks like a tail. It’s long and the black fur looks similar to his loincloth. The smooth black base is several inches long and I’m not sure how I’m supposed to wear it until I feel pressure between cheeks.

“Wait! What? What are you doing?” I cry out.

“Just relax,” he growls, applying more pressure as he rubs the plug in his pooled saliva before pushing it slowly into my ass.

I groan from the pressure and the burning stretch. It’s not pleasant, and there is a lingering sting after my body adjusts to the intrusion. It not only feels strange inside me, but every time the pressure makes my muscles twitch, the tail swishes against my skin.

“Now let’s see if you can be my good little pet,” he says, pushing me off his lap and tugging my leash until I’m on my hands and knees again before he stands up, towering over me more than ever.

Once again, King Lix’tuk parades me around the room, giving me commands to wiggle my ass and prance for him. I practice making the tail swish and sway for his pleasure. I’m sure this is meant to be demeaning and humiliating. Or maybe it’s just entertainment for him. Something to keep his brilliant mind occupied while he drowns memories with grog.

I’m not entirely comfortable, but I don’t hate it. Being turned into an entertaining pet for an orc king is better than facing his whip. Gift? Pet? Does it even matter. This is my life now, and if he wants me to crawl around with a tail, then that’s what I’ll do. He torments me by walking me around and making me follow a few commands.

“Oh!” I squeal, jolting a little when the tail brushes against my sensitive folds instead of my legs.

“You’re still wet and needy, aren’t you?” he growls, sitting back down on the bed. “I won’t send you to bed like that, don’t worry.”