.."By the Gods!" she gasped.As a virgin princess of the Royal Household Katrina had never had any reason to see dick, never really had much desire. On...e she and some friends had dared each other to sneak into the mens' exercise area. A couple of the men were exercising naked and Katrina remembered girlishly giggling at the sight of their genitalia. The memory of giggling at a tiny little penis flopping about was a lifetime away from the monstrous thing swinging between the legs of the Orc. No wonder I was sore. My body felt well used. I reached over for him, finding his spot empty. Panic began to creep over me. I sat up gazing around the room. When my stomach growled I realized that it was the smell of coffee that had awakened me. I sagged back down on the bed in relief. He wasn’t gone. ‘Hey lazy. You’d think someone didn’t get a wink of sleep last night.’ His dark eyes crinkled at the edges. I smiled under his warm gaze. He was leaning casually against the doorway. I. Her job, her life. She worried about the pain, the humiliation and degradation. Would she even be the same person any more, if? she was his what? Slave? Would she give up her freedom, even herself for what?? Just to be his sex slave, an object he could do with and form as he pleased. That did not sound very much like the romantic notion she had had about her dream man when growing up. The thought of agreeing to this was disgusting to her, it nauseated her to her very core. But above it all, she. I quickly answered in my light bathrobe with a perky "Hi!"As soon as I got a better look at the officer, I realized how sexy he was. It may have been my stress and horniness thinking, but I found him insanely attractive. Officer Bigdick (as we shall call him!) stood at about 6'2, had short cropped dark hair, and was muscular and built. He had the jawline of a supermodel and looked to be only about 30 years old. His lustful image was far in contrast to the idea of the typical.