He places your defenseless head and force your nose into his groin, he traps your head between his leg, making it impossible to turn around. The only thing blocking the putrid musk from his crotch is the shorts he's wearing, and they're not doing a great job, you can feel his testicles wrapped around your nose, sending every stink they've got into your nostrils.
You struggle harder and harder, but it only makes the orc chuckle at such pathetic moves, he rubs his manhood on your face, forcing you to take in all the musk. You try to cry for help, but no one can hear you, and the orc doesn't look like he's going to move anytime soon, he looks for a way to turn on your tv, but after minutes trying to figure it out, he asks you.
"How does that thing work, boy?" You can't answer, you're only thoughts are how smelly your situation is, and how to get out of it. The orc doesn't like your lack of response, and as he stares you in the eyes, he lifts his right leg and releases a loud blast on your neck. He moves his crotch a little to cover your mouth as the stench of his gas quickly reaches your nose. You have no choice but to sniff the putrid scent the orc just released.
"Now, tell me how to turn that thing on!" The orc demands, but you're too scared to even talk to him. He starts to rub his package on your face, as if using your face to scratch himself.
"The longer you take to answer the worst it'll be, boy!" Frightened, you try to focus, but now there's a new problem... you don't know where the remote is...
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