"Then Die."

"Then Die." He gets up and spits at the ground next to her head.

The soldier around her laughs as she desperately shake her big green ass. She looks up, scanning the crowd for a sight of the witch. Stella's the one who brought her here, so it would be logical to think that she'd want to see her green fucktoy getting fucked. If she could only meet her gaze and plead with her, Xena thinks...

The empty feeling inside her grows and grows, like a black hole that threaten to rip her apart from the inside. The dam breaks, tears run down her cheeks as she starts whimpering. The yearning gets so intense that she truly believes she might die if nothing fills her ass soon.

In her distress, her bladder empties itself, which causes a ruckus of cheerful laughs and humiliating taunts from the surrounding men and women.

She meets the contemptuous glares of the men and women that were using her mouth for relief the night before. When her gaze falls on the one-eyed paladin, the blonde turns her head away, as if unable to bear the gaze of the suffering orc.

Then, she spots the dark robes of the witch. Her devious eyes are full of mirth; This doesn't bear well for the orc.

"Please!" She screams, shaking her wrists against the stocks. "Please, is too much, 'll do 'nything! Fuck me!"

Her legs shake furiously as the discomfort in her rectum keeps growing. She huffs and pants loudly, feeling spasms of painful desire across her brain. It becomes harder and harder to make her mind focus on anything but her ass. If she debases herself low enough, the soldiers might have mercy on her and fuck her, but her ****-addled mind is finding it difficult to string up words.

"Alright," the witch says, "I think she's had enough." She's starting to feel discomfort at the sight of the tears streaming down her plaything's face.

"Says you," the burly man responds. "Do you know how many of our fellow soldiers her troops have killed?"

"But-"

"No, you don't. You spend your days lounging in your tower, coming to the front every once in a while to throw a fireball or two. And now, when we finally capture this fucker, you prevent us from hanging... her. So, no, we're not gonna go easy on her."

Just as he says that, there is a loud crack. The laughter stop and it takes a second or two for the soldiers to react.

The sorrowful feeling of emptiness has given way to a fierce anger in the orc's mind, and she has ripped the pillory from its post. With a baleful scream of fury, she flexes her arm. The wooden board keeping her wrists and neck in place snaps in two, freeing her.

Panic spreads through the crowd, swords and axes are unsheathed. Even the burly man is not smiling anymore.

They all watch from a distance as the orc uses her now free hands to finger her ass. She lays on her back, spreading her legs open and greedily dipping her fingers into herself while covering her chin in drool.

Xena's mind is focused on one thing and one thing alone: Quelling the torment between her aching cheeks. She doesn't care about the soldiers' drawn weapons, she doesn't care that dozens of strangers are watching her do such a humiliating act while covered in latex and dried jizz. All that matter is the feeling of relief she gets when she dips her fingers inside herself. Two at first, then three, then her entire fist. Her wrist aches from being twisted in a weird angle, but not nearly as much as her asshole ached when it was empty.

Her head bends back and she lets out a howl of pleasure. She cannot comprehend how this act can even feel this good. The pleasure of getting filled seems inversely proportional to the absolute dread she had felt when she was empty. She fists herself ferociously, until she reaches an orgasm. The intensity of her climax trumps every single emotion and sensation she has ever felt, and the whole camp shakes from the intensity of her cry.

She feels dizzy, her eye fluttering wildly while her tongue hangs limply out of her mouth. When her vision finally focuses, she find herself facing the tip of a spear. All around her, the soldiers are watching her warily. It seems that her earlier display of strength reminded them all of just how strong she truly is.

"Put your hands up," the dark-haired man holding the spear orders. He has a short-trimmed beard and beautiful green eyes. She imagines him pumping his dick up her ass, and the thought makes her bite her lip. Evidently, the aphrodisiac still has a strong hold on her despite her orgasm.

She goes to put her hands up, but as her fist slowly exits her abused hole, she feels the dreaded emptiness creeping back in, and she reflexively push it back in.

"I can't take my other hand out," she mutters. "It hurts too much to be empty."

Her mind clicks. While her ass is full, she's capable of stringing coherent thoughts, and so she realizes that she has disobeyed the man's order by not putting both of her hands up. It's as if the aphrodisiac's effect is so terribly intense that it allows her addled mind to override the witch's enchantment, the spell that prevents her from harming or disobeying humans.

The man doesn't know how to respond to the self-fisting orc, and Xena uses this pause to strategize. If she stays here, these soldiers will be the end of her. They will torment her with spells and **** until her body, her mind, or both give out. She needs to escape now, or she'll never have another occasion to do so.