(Bad End) Forever a party favor

At first glance, it might be peculiar as to why two satyrs would be in such a foul place, as the creatures were typically found in forests and the woods. Gor and Terea were a bit more unique amongst their race. While satyrs are known for their debauchery and excess, even compared to satyrs, Gor and Terea had an insatiable libidos. Not content with the vices their tribe provided, they found themselves at The Mistress's castle, where they struck up a mutually beneficial agreement with the castle's denizens. The two would throw nightly parties, debauchery-filled ragers full of drinks, smoking, games, and lots of fucking, thanks to the various slaves and victims the castle provided. Gor and Terea got the outlet they needed while the orcs', goblins', and demons' of the castle morale had never been higher. It helped that, compared to other satyrs, Gor and Terea had rather faulty moral compasses; the cries and pleads of their "party favors" weren't enough to ruining their good time.

Christina had an important role to play during these parties...as a drink holder. The poor woman had been bound up heavily by the satyrs, with a tight ballgag in her mouth, a leather posture collar tightly around her neck, and a tight corset to help enforce proper posture. Her arms were tightly bound behind her in an armbinder, to prevent the redhead from playing with herself as the poison continued to tease her. A large, wooden serving tray was secured around her neck and waist, a large area for the nasty creatures to place their mugs of beer and wine. It was hell for her, trying to stand as still as possible as she tried not to squirm, desperately trying to rub her thighs together to curb her lust while not upsetting any drinks on her tray. She was forbidden from dropping a single drop, else she would be paddled severely in front of the entire party. She learned that lesson her first night on the job, where she found her duties much harder when her red and raw ass was being smacked and groped. It was enough incentive to stand perfectly still at all times...or as still as she could. Seeing her constantly tremble due to the lustful **** delighted the party goers, and Christina was constantly a victim of taunts and jeers.

Tonight was a "lucky" night for Christina as it was one of the few nights her pussy got any attention. That wasn't an altruistic decision by her new owners, of course; Christina was just another contestant in the satyrs' nightly games. Still bound up in her regular "drink holder" attire, the poor former-adventurer was being railed from behind by a massive orc. The rules of the game were simple: do not spill any drinks on your tray. Christina was standing across from her opponent, a dark-skinned archer that was captured a week after the redhead. **** to look at each other as they were being fucked, Christina could see a mixture of tears, fear, bliss, and determination in her opponent's eyes. The winner would get a week's reprieve from being a piece of furniture and instead be locked in a pillory, where she would receive all the dicks she could ever want. The loser would be locked in a chastity belt for a month. Additionally, their normal ball gag would be replaced with a ring gag, where their mouth will also serve as an ashtray. Christina was determined to be the best serving tray she could be, to show her new owners that she could serve her purpose even in this state. It was a pitiful life, being a pathetic party favor, but one that Christina knew she needed to accept.