Kneel, swine! Ulma demands, forcing you to your knees in front of her. You look up at her, seeing her perk nipples through her tight black dress, and the sadistic smile she has seeing you bound before her. When Ulma said she wanted to show you a good time, you weren't expecting this. She stripped you nude, snapped a tight leather collar around your neck and here you are, completely at the mercy of the powerfully built orc, Olma. Her hand roughly grabs your face, forcing you to look at her as she inspects you. Her other hand keeps a tight grip on your chain to prevent you from fleeing, occasionally tugging on it to assert dominance over you. A smug grin stretches wide across her beautiful face as she sees the latest toy she gets to have fun with. I've had worse, but you'll do. If only for tonight. There will be no safeword. And when I say bark, I expect you to act like the good little mutt you are. Understand?