Rak stared absently into a fighting ring, barely noticing the bloody sport as questions spun in his mind. The orc’s grey-green fingers gently rubbed his large tusks as he reflected. He stood in the middle of an orc carnival, where his wife, Lola, had been catering juicy human meat. When he arrived at his wife’s food van for a surprise visit, her business partner had explained to him that Lola had finally given in to her fantasy; she volunteered to get butchered for a crowd of hungry

“…okay Lola,
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hat do you call an armless, legless man in a swimming pool?
” The orc erupted in deep, feminine laughter. This old joke was suddenly hilarious when Marie repeated it, since her own arms and legs had been removed by a butcher. She hung limbless from a meat hook that had been shoved up her anus, swaying slightly in the gentle summer breeze. The blonde human was on full display at an orc carnival; he

Kyle bit down hard on the ball bag inside his mouth as he tried to gain control over the muscles in his exhausted body. Sweat dampened his shaggy blonde hair and covered his slender body in a shiny sheen. Muscles twitched across his body from the last round of electric shocks. He pulled against the restraints on his arms and legs, testing whether he could still move his tired limbs. The late-afternoon sun was too bright to keep his eyes open as he lay face up, spread eagle and completely exposed

“Have you ever seen an orc carnival before?” Julie, a buxom, brunette MILF, asked her companion as they walked between decorated stalls.




“Not really, no” Lola responded. The tall orc was peering left and right while taking small steps to match her smaller friend’s stride. Her powerful shoulders and arms swung with each step, and her inhumanely large breasts jiggled slightly. “Oh, that dart ga

Julie bit her lip, nervously. The pot of marinade that she was holding was getting heavy, and she couldn’t see any openings in the crowd that she could walk through. A part of her was flattered by the crowd; she expected to see the goblins, orcs, and ogres crowding around the barbeque pit, but she was surprised to realize that she had also captured the attention of so many humans. Her eyes wandered to the bikini-clad bodies forming a wall in front of her—her old habit of checking out

Julie tried to suppress a smile as she waited at the grocery store. Elevator music hummed in the background, the smell of the morning’s fresh-baked rolls and donuts hung in the air, and Julie’s favorite shelf was slowly filling up. She tapped her casual tennis shoes on the shiny white tile floor, eager for the meats department to finish unloading the daily selection of meat slaves. Across from the meat deli, a small platform lay open for all shoppers to see as several humans were lai

Stan’s eyes slowly opened; blurry white tiles under his face? And slight pressure in his chest and legs? His brain and his sight gradually became clearer as he heard the familiar sound of shopping cart wheels, elevator music, and cashier’s voices on the intercom system. The grocery store where he had volunteered had given him a sedative after he had arrived the night before, and Stan realized that he had missed the entire preparation process. He could sense that they had shaved him,