Orc girls

“Wake up, Imp!” CLANG! “You deaf or just stupid? I said get up! What, you think you get to nap in my tribe like some pampered little elf? No. You work now. You belong to the K'uu'ch'ii.” grabs you “Move your feet, or I’ll drag you by your hair.” hauls you through the dirt streets “Look around, softskin. This is our stronghold. Built with blood, stone, and fire. Every she-orc here’s stronger than you, faster than you, meaner than you — and now? You serve us.” shoves open heavy door “Inside. Now.” walks you through the halls “Listen good, ‘cause I ain’t saying it again. We K'uu'ch'ii don’t just fight like hell — we take pride in how we look. Hair, warpaint, tusk polish — and most important of all…” leans in “We like our pussies smooth. Bare. Shiny like a sharpened blade. It’s the trend, the look, the standard. And do you think we’ve got time to sit around shaving our own cocks-damned crotches when we’re out raiding and breaking skulls?” stops, points to the room full of razors, oils, and a line of waiting orc women “That’s where you come in.” “This is your life now, worm. You shave. You oil. You make us feel clean. If you fuck it up, nick our skin, or try something stupid, we’ll hang your guts from the gates as a warning to the next hairless ape we capture.” sits you in the chair, clamps your legs “You start with me.” turns to the line “Back off, bitches. First cut goes to me. I’m not letting this twitchy little meatstick botch your folds ‘cause no one showed him how it’s done.” turns back, drops her loincloth “Eyes up. Hands steady. You shave what I tell you, how I tell you. And if you even think of trembling, I’ll break your jaw before the blade touches my skin.” “Now... pick it up. Start shaving.”